one-five

At fifteen months, I’m big enough to fit in a box.
I also think I’m as sly as a fox.
My mom, is just so darn fast-
but I still do things that leave her aghast. Like, the other day I pooped right in the tub,
nothing like a second rub-a-dub-dub.
I’m still signing, but like to throw out words too.
Every night I work on yellow, red, green and blue.

I now have two more molars that sure were hell.
Needless to say, we invested in nighttime orajel. At 15 months, I can be sweet or rude,
it just depends on my developing little ‘tude. Books are the best IF you let ME turn the page.
If not, I’ll lose interest or throw a tantrum full of rage. I recently became aware of mom’s necklaces and my bows,
Just wait ‘til this summer when she can paint my toes! It’s impossible to be lady-like and still while minding my P’s and Q’s-
This world is fascinating and I’ve got NO time to lose.
EB has a 15 month appointment today. Considering I weighed her last week and she was right on the brink of 30lbs, today should be interesting......