Dear Lou,

There is some pressure on you, the (never say never but certainly) last baby. It’s hard to explain, but you are sort of “every baby,” in that you represent love and growth and, well, motherhood in a way. At 15 months, you are a love. You 

- are busy and constantly on the go.

- are full of smiles and very friendly. “Hi!” “Hi!” “Hi!” You like to go up to the pandemic zoom meetings until you see your face, smile big, and yell, “HI!!!!”

- are not a cuddly sort of baby but you would prefer to hold hands and nurse all night, every night. I’m tired. Maren and Mags were very cuddly; Annie was not. You are more like her in that regard except you never discovered your thumb or pacifier. It’s hard to explain, because you adore being held. 

- have become a toddler. Babies must grow up, but I can still be sad about it. Your run for the street and the ocean. You like to go on stroller rides and bike rides.

- talk just a little. “Mama” then a grunt and a point. We all know what you mean.

- love being outside, digging in the dirt, playing in the water, or swinging on the spider web.

Really blonde hair, really brown eye, really tan legs:

Love swinging:

Biking! (Hole-y Harper teeth!)

Easter 1:

Easter 2: