At one, Logan is turning into a toddler. When he’s displeased he squints his eyes, purses his lips, and breaths in and out fast as if he’s hyperventilating. I don’t know where he got that. I blame his cousins. He bit Kendall the other day—knowing her, she probably said something to deserve it, but still. He likes to wrestle and roughhouse with Daddy, and gets a thrill out of being thrown in the air and swung around upside down. He races everywhere, usually ending in a crash. He has red marks on his forehead most days. He loves to open and shut doors and cabinets, and pull DVDs off the shelf. He gravitates toward stairs, and he’s always finding new ways to step, roll, or fall down our one step. His favorite toys are Daddy’s toys—laptop, cell phone, remote control, Nalgene bottle. Besides those, he loves balls and anything with wheels—toy cars, strollers, wheelchairs. He likes to dance to the music from his little activity table. His favorite books are Little Puppy, which has a finger puppet puppy he likes to bite, and the Tooth Book. He likes to greet the babies on our fridge (from the Christmas cards we received) every morning, and he loves pulling the magnets off. He’s taken a special liking to the George Bush and snowman magnets in particular.
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