It's bitter cold outside, we both slept WAY late this morning, and I still have a holiday hangover. Definitely a pancake morning. And since Peanut turns 17 months old today, those pancakes need a healthy dose of chocolate chips.
This week last year we were excited because she rolling herself over. Now she's eating pancakes all by herself. It's almost sad that the time of our lives during which we change and discover the most is one we don't remember.
I love you, Peanut. I'm so proud of you, today and every day.