Of course I love my children at every age, and there are nice things about all of the various stages. But I've got to admit, I've got it really bad for one year olds. As adorable as infants are, I find toddlers to be particularly edible. They are like little upright babies, but they've got the added personality dimensions that come with full mobility and quasi-talking.
They still sleep with their little bottoms in the air:
They are curious about everything, like "what will happen if I stick my mouth under this running bath water?"
They "talk." You don't know what they are saying, but they do, and they are very earnest about it. Caroline and I had the following conversation the other day:
Me: Oh Caroline! Look! It's a PUPPY!! Can you say puppy? Pup-py. Pup-py.
Me: Ooooooooh, that's so CLOSE, sweetie!!! You so smart!
They attack their food with gusto:
And view with suspicion anybody who seems to be getting too close to their cookie:
I know many people mourn the end of the baby months, but what can I say -- the baby months don't tend to go so hot for us. But somebody better remember to bring mama a few boxes of Kleenex on Caroline's second birthday.