Jack Vincent, you are 2 years and 7 months old. Your eyes have gone so light blue sometimes they look gray. You wear your Mike Trout hat every single day and some nights you even sleep in it. You love Cars. You sleep with the entire cast of Toy Story in your bed plus Leroy. You insist I give each one a goodnight kiss before I give you yours. You take things very seriously. Your favorite phrase is "Oh no! What do?" (Oh no, what can we do?) You are so much fun and absolutely hilarious. You are not afraid to try new things and after you do anything from putting your shoes on, to going down a big slide you say "Wahoo!" and fist pump.
Cora June, you are seven months old. You are inch worming all over the place and are so close to crawling I am scared if I take my eyes off of you I'll miss it! You love to stand. You lock you knees whenever we try to set you down to sit. You have mastered the drawn out lip quiver and frown before the loud scream. Its heartbreaking and gets you whatever you want. You are my social butterfly. Smiles and coos for everyone you see. You suck your thumb whenever you are upset or sleepy. You give us new reasons to love you every single day and have the three of us wrapped around your chubby little finger.
Together, you two are currently best of friends. Cora, you want to have eyes on your brother at all times. Jack, you love to make Cora laugh and you want her included in your play. "Cowa slide" "Cowa jump" "Cowa halp" You two will burst out laughing together and I won't know why. Already sharing little secrets.
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