You are so darned cute and funny and awesome, I wish I had the words. I know I say this every month, but I fall more in love with you ever day.
Your first Halloween was everything your daddy hoped it would be. We dressed you up in the cutest costume we could find (and you might be a lion next year, if it still fits) and sat out in front of our apartment to hand out candy. The neighbors kept coming and sitting with you and talking to you. Fortunately you were charming and didn't hit them with this stink eye.
During the past month you've really broadened your social horizons. You've attended several play dates, walked in a parade, and went to a music class. You handled all of these with a combination of little boy excitement and bourgeoisie boredom.
You've also taken your first unassisted steps. I've only seen it once, but your babysitter says that you're trying to walk on a regular basis. If I give you a cookie, will you please slow down?
Your "vocabulary" has expanded from "dada" and "mama" to slasher-movie screams and about ten other syllables. Your daddy and I just look at you when you're talking, because we're unsure how we're supposed to respond. We know when we're wrong because you groan and then yell - Louder.
Your daddy and I feel lucky that you're such a cold-tolerant little guy, because we love to be outside, even when the temperature drops. Your daddy is counting down the years until he can take you to your first ski lesson. I'm personally looking forward to dragging a sled through the neighborhood and building snow
I admit, I get a little sad as you inch toward your first birthday. But! You're becoming so much fun and your personality is so sweet and funny. (I especially love your dance moves.) We can't wait to see what the next month brings us!