15 months old

Dear Elle,

It has been a great month filled with summer funs, sweats, and laughters.

You play hard. Frankly, you play till you drop. It's the way you release your spunky energy. We can tell you're already tired from your stumbly movements and occasionally blank stares; however, you continue playing to the fullest until you can't move anymore that you just lay there on the floor, sucking your thumb and be still.

You're clumsy. You always trip over your own foot and fall down. You slip on the stuffs you carry around and leave them on the floor. You get your head banged to the door or the wall while dashing around. You get your fingers caught between the door panels. Whenever you're hurt, even just a little, you'll come over to mama with a little sad face asking mama to give you a few kisses on your wounds.

You're a bookworm. You chase after us with books wanting us to read with you. At night, you'll read by yourself in your crib before drifting into sleep. You love watching cartoon and any shows with animals. You get super excited pointing and screaming when you see animals on screen or in real life. Especially dogs, we can tell your love and affection to dogs. Maybe fish too. Dada fried a whole fish for dinner a couple days ago. We had the fish head pointing at you on the dinner table. You shrilled happily at the fish throughout the dinner. Silly baby.

The major milestones of the month are talking and humming. The most angelic sound in the universe becomes a string of gibberish pouring out of your mouth. Too funny and cute. You love mimicking the word we speak. The sounds you make melt us into a puddle.

We're proud to be your dada and mama. We want you to feel the same. Happy 15 months old, baby.

Love,
Mama