Happy Birthday to me!!!

This is my first electronic card, from Grandma's friend Monique in the Netherlands.

Daddy wants to go visit her and check out cars ...
I'm in!








Well, here I am: It’s been a whole year—365 days—since I was born.

My mum wanted me to write something deep and meaningful but she and Dad keeping shaking their heads and mumbling, “where did the time go?”

So, I’ll let you know what I’m up to right now …

I weigh exactly 22 and a half pounds, a 485% weight gain since birth … not bad.
I am 28.5 inches tall, a 154% growth spurt. My feet are huge, let’s just leave it at that, ok? And speaking of huge, my head has, according to the doctor at my year’s well-baby appointment, “exploded.” I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but super-grandma says it’s to hold my big brain.

I’m now wearing 18 month-old clothes … and I’m very fashion forward. In fact, I look quite chic when I’m not drooling down my front. I’m still drooling a lot ‘cause, see, I’ve got these white sharp things in my mouth that hurt me sometimes, but sometimes are fun to pinch mum with. She says “owww! Don’t bite Sevvie; be gentle,” which makes me laugh. I mean, c’mon, I can bite the couch, but I can’t bite her??? Whatever.

Right now I like to spend most of my time crawling around the house; as soon as my dad sits down, I crawl away and then he’s got to come after me to make sure I’m not chasing Kitty. And then he takes me back to play with me, and then I crawl away from him again. Then he brings me back, and I crawl away again … you get the picture. But sometimes I like to stand by the couch or the coffee table and check stuff out. And, I learned that there’s a button on the big black box in the living room that makes lights and sounds come out! And, better; when the lights and sounds are on it already (I think Dad calls it hockey, and sometimes basketball), I can press the button over and over and over …. It makes me laugh when Daddy gets mad.

I also really really like to play with my brother. In fact, when I’m mad or bored or hungry or thirsty or when my mum and dad aren’t catering to my every whim and wish (which they really need to work on), he keeps me happy by playing with me. We play peek-a-boo and sometimes “bite Grayson on the nose;” he likes that.

Well, I’d better get back to playing. There’s some big box in the living room that I wanna go play with and tear open.

Later.

The Sevmeister

PS-23 more sleeps till Santa comes! Who’s Santa??