Yesterday, my little one picked me flowers.
For the first time.
He picked them and then walked them over to me.
And knew exactly what he was doing.
None of the other kids were by him.
It was very sweet.
Mr. J is now 20 months old.
We call him a big baby, but when he does things like this, you know that is not the case.
He is walking, but not a walker,
if that makes sense.
He is not talking but communicates very well--as evidenced by this gesture.
Love moments like this.