well, this is about the most delicious age yet. yet how can i keep saying that and expecting you'll continue believing me? i'm quite sure i've said that at 3 weeks, 3 months, 6 months, 9, 12... so on. but really, it's delicious. i want to eat you on the daily. your thighs, your bum, your cheeks. i kiss your lips about fifty seven times a day, sometimes you're cool with it, other times i'm stealing them which i figure is my right. you look at me, really trying to understand what it is i'm saying, "parker, would you like an apple?" "parker, do you want to go get the mail with mama?" "parker, do you see the truck?" you get so much. it's remarkable. in fact, the other day daddy asked you if you wanted to make coffee with him and you ran right over to the coffee maker. when did we ever tell you that was the coffee maker? you just knew. your communication is still limited (in fact, often, you do this thing where instead of attempting the word, you do this nasal-like sound with the appropriate amount of syllables. it's totally random but really funny.) when it's time to nurse at naptime, you're practically giddy about it. sometimes you start to laugh and begin nursing with a huge smile on your face. and sometimes you take both of your hands, and put them on either side of my face while nursing. it makes me melt. but then other times you claw at my chest and nearly do gymnastics while nursing which doesn't work well and that makes me less melty. every evening when dada gets home, you run around the first floor, find his slippers, and bring them to him. i've told him this is a little bit like training a dog (what's next, the newspaper from the front lawn?) but after doing it so many times together, you have come to expect it. dada's home, now slippers! you play hide and go seek. you dance almost any time you hear music. you run and your whole body moves in the cutest way as if it takes so much effort to do so, arms swinging back and fourth so purposefully. you're always climbing on things--chairs, boxes, stools. you love blueberries, pears, eggs, sweet potato, cauliflower, clementines, and any sort of cracker (sometimes i have to tell everyone to hide the things they're eating so you'll eat what i've actually put in front of you). you have the craziest bed head when you wake up and your hair is so long at this point that it is in my face and mouth when we cuddle in bed. i've trimmed it a couple times, but teeny trims. you love trucks, cement mixers, horses, dogs and the books about those things are your favorite. in the past month, i swear, you got about six teeth at the same time (really, i think it's six). what is the count up to now? i think it's 14 or so? and how are we coming upon a year and a half? it seems that this past six months since your birthday have flown by. so much faster than the first six months felt. i still call you a baby, but are you one? do i need to call you a toddler? (i refuse.) i keep a journal for you because sometimes i feel so much but you're not old enough to get it. i want you to have it one day. it's a good outlet for me. if you're reading this one day, know that you are so loved, cherished, adored. you brighten our lives every day. we cannot get enough of you.