16 months old. Pretty Onery these days! Not walking yet, teeth haven't pushed through, you are clingy and needy. You can stand alone, but refuse to keep moving those legs to help carry you around. Instead...you...hang...onto...mom. On the flip side, you have delightful moments where you feel independent, happy and excited about life (or the fact that you can open up the refrigerator and get out yogurts and a spoon). Isaac is still your best friend as you chase him around with the "stroller" and he has the big red truck. You squeal in delight as he 'hides' from you and then when you 'find him.'
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