When you were 20 months old...

I realized I've been terrible at keeping up with these little notes...
These words that could stay with you forever.
And I'm sorry, life has been busy. But that's no excuse.

On Sunday you will be 21 months old, and in January you will be 2. Then, I will no longer be able to count your age in months, you will officially be in your terrible 2's, and my baby will be farther-n-farther in my memories.

But today, you are still 20 months old.
Still my beautiful diaper clad little boy.
A little bit naughty, but that's ok - I like you that way.
You're finding out how to be affectionate.
And when you give me a hug and pat my back in a " Mommy you are Awesome " sort of way, it warms my heart.. Every time!
I'll remember that, until my last breath.

I love the way he smashes his nose with his sippy cup tipped straight to the sky! All efforts in, just to gulp that last sweet bit of Milk from his Sippy Cup.

I love the way when he has a boo boo, and although hurt equally as pissed, he curls over his big toe. He gives wherever hurts a little tap too, like he's so disappointed that his knee failed him when he baseball slid across the living room.. On purpose, of course. 

He absolutely lives by the saying "Dance like No Ones Watching " - The child definitely dances to the beat of his own drum. With such skill & expertise, I assume he was a dancer in a past life. A dancer of the Magic Mike persuasion. 

You've adjusted to having a little sister so beautifully.
My guilt silently still remains though.
Please forever know, that nothing has changed. It's still you and Mommy, I love you more than anything and you're still my #1. You are my first after all.

The world around us is complicated,
who really knows what it will be like when you're an adult.
The one thing I do know though, is this:
You are going to be a remarkable man.
Loving. Kind. Stubborn.
The list is endless.

I am above and beyond proud to be your mom, my little Teo.
My Favorite thing - My little boy.