Happy belated birthday, littlest bub!

You are very silly, mimic just about everything your sister says or does, you LOVE food (25th percentile height, 81st percentile weight), are learning to live without diapers, learned “NO!” a little too early (more specifically, “I DON’T!!!”), will not let us cut your bangs, love books, are an absolute daredevil, will likely be pedaling your bike even earlier than Mia, refuse to take naps without one of us cuddling you, and we love the heck out of you.

Please do not grow up.