Sixteen Candles

Today Peter turns 16 months old, and his parents also mark the 3rd anniversary of their wedding. Isn’t Peter older than that? Haven’t The Missus and I been married longer than that? I mean, 16 months? I used to be able to hold my breath that long. But Peter’s been around only that long? It feels like he’s been walking for 16 months. And our wedding was only three years ago? I coulda swore Peter was there, and Reagan was President, and I wore a powder blue tux…

 

Anyhow, Peter has been working on saying the letter G. He’ll spout out “go go” and “gooo gooo”s every now and then. He’s also doing more Ds, so we were trying to bait him into putting the two vowels together to say “dog,” but he was content to watch his parents look like fools. That’s what he does. He’ll say something, get us excited and have us try to get him to say it again, all while smiling at how he can make us look like over-eager kids at a toy store begging their parents for the latest fad. He’s such a meanie some times.