Your mum says you sound like a velociraptor. For sure you are unabashed about experimenting with your voice. You screech at the top of your lungs and encourage everyone in the house to mimic you. It’s very liberating!!
Here is a picture of you demonstrating your great screeching capacity. Along with your ravenous appetite. You were having a grand time of it! 😉

Ravenous Addison Velociraptor!

Tug of War!!

Addison, today you and I went to the UU Church of Peoria. There are a lot of very kind and smart grown ups there. They welcome all kinds of people with all kinds of thinking, even Atheists like your Gramma-cat! (“The folks in our congregation hold a wide variety of religious beliefs: theist, atheist, humanist, Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, pagan, and others.”) Which is very nice because if your mum agrees to let you visit the church often, you will learn a great deal about many different ways of thinking.

But today, none of that mattered to you. You were just in a room with a nice lady, another big kid, and some cool toys.

When gramma-cat came to pick you up, you were sitting on the floor, and looked up at me with a bright sun-shiney smile.

…every day.

Not your mum. She reads the book “What to Expect in the First Year”.

Every day.

She reads it before she goes to sleep, and sometimes when Grammacat comes home, she insists that your Grammacat listens to passages from the book. Her friends don’t think much of the book. But your mother is very smart and wants to learn as much as there is to know about babies. In a few weeks, your mum will take her first college class: Child Development 101.

This book is tattered and dog eared. Your mother reads it every day.

Addison, while your mum, dad, and auntie were all out celebrating the new year of 2010, respectively, you and I stayed inside and played piano. You have discovered the keyboard and delight in pounding on it. Your mother called in frequently to check on you. I don’t think she felt uncomfortable being out and about without you so late. (I felt the very same way when your mum was born, and it was her first New Year’s Eve.)

Your mother ended up coming home earlier. You and I were asleep in your room. Your mum sent me away and watched the New Year’s Eve ball drop on TV.

She kissed you as the one precious person to bring in the New Year’s with.

Then she went to sleep as well.