Dear Rio,
You are my sweet and happy little boy. There has not been a great deal of change in the past month, except for communication. You went from having a handful of words to more than I can count. You like to put wipes in your mouth and one day I said "gross." So now you walk around saying "gross" with your nose appropriately wrinkled. You finally started calling Daddy "Dada." Some of your new favorite words are: rock, milk, book, (you have mastered that final /k/), banana, apple, bar (cereal bar), pink, blue, car, truck. That's just to name a few. You like to run into a room, wag your finger, and jargon like you are preaching something VERY important. Then you run away. You can count to ten, sing the alphabet, and you know several of your colors.
You are extremely physical. You like to climb and jump off anything you can find. You have no fear at the playground. You look for the tallest slide and go down all by yourself. I imagine you will probably be a pretty good athlete. You and Lily have really started playing together recently. You are very concerned if you don't know where she is. You guys have been chasing and tackling each other. You have brought out a certain side in Lily that no one else could have found.
Love,
Mama
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