Here’s the last known picture of me as an only child!  This was taken when I woke up around 7:30 a.m. the morning of September 25 (Mommy and Daddy had left for the hospital an hour or so earlier).  The look on my face clearly shows that I have no idea how much my world is about to change.

I have had SOME sort of an inkling that something’s up, and I’ve been extra needy this past month, demanding to be carried everywhere (“uppie!”).  Other than that I’ve been a happy little guy, content to kick a ball around the living room for hours at a time.  I have a made-up word that I use to describe any big or impressive kick … I call it a “blato.”

On the emotional front, I’m now able to mimic happy and sad faces when Mommy asks me what they look like, and I’ve been reading “Don’t Cry, Big Bird,” at night, so I’m getting fairly astute at pointing out what it looks like when someone is sad or crying.  When I want to make Mommy happy I’ll come over to her and pat her back, saying “you’re my best friend.”

Current likes: my Avengers pajamas, dumping all of my toys into one big pile (I call this “making a family”)

Current dislikes: walking anywhere when I could be carried, picking up my toys

No idea what’s about to hit him …