Dear Camden (14 month edition)

My sweet boy,

You are 14 months old! You're so much more toddler than baby now. And even though it's a little bittersweet to watch you grow up so quickly, I absolutely adore having a toddler. You are so fun, so loving, so sweet, and so smart. It seems like you learn a new skill to impress your Daddy and me with every day.

At 14 months, you:

• Are taking 1 nap a day, after lunch. Length varies, but it averages about 2 hours.
• Point at absolutely everything. I love that you can show us your world now. You point to something that interests you, then look at Daddy and me and start chattering.
• Regularly say "bye bye" & "mama".
• LOVE to go "bye bye"-- doesn't matter where. As soon as I mention going bye bye in the car, you start looking for your shoes excitedly.
• Dance and clap throughout the day, especially when Mommy or Daddy sings, or when the iPad commerical comes on TV.
• Adore playing outside. We don't get out too often now that it's so cold, but it makes you so happy on the days that we do get to spend some time outdoors.
• Love to show us where your bellybutton is.
• Have 4 teeth: 2 on the top, 2 on the bottom.
• Are so loving. You regularly come up to me to give me a big open-mouthed kiss (combined with some head-butts).
• Are an eater! I never thought I'd say those words about you, but you LOVE to eat now that you're exclusively eating table food. Your favorites? Chicken nuggets, pizza, fish sticks, avocados, pudding, pasta, & yogurt.
• Have been introduced to peanut butter. You're not crazy about PB&J but you love peanut butter crackers.
• Are now enjoying Jungle Junction on Playhouse Disney. The theme song makes you dance.
• Still love bath time.
• Love to read and have started sitting quietly and flipping through books by yourself.
• Are afraid of dogs. Not all dogs, but certain ones.
• Love your pets...and they love you right back (most of the time).
• Love to "help" me clean and will even imitate me wiping down the table when you're handed a napkin.
• Love to play "milk truck". You hand your milk truck to Daddy or me (or any willing person) and run around in circles laughing while we "chase" you with it. If we stop before you're done playing, you give us a look, walk over, pick up the milk truck and hand it right back to us.
• Are obsessed with the dishwasher. The second you hear it open, you come sprinting into the kitchen.
• Still have pretty bad stranger anxiety.
• Are so precious to us & so very, very loved.

I'm so thankful to be your mom.

Love,

Mommy