Mitchell says lots of things like, "Thank you. Truck. Bubbie. Hockey. Eat. Book. Boat." He also understands lots of things like, "Get your shoes. Go to your chair. Let's go upstairs. Time to brush your teeth." He can make lots of sounds. He knows the sound a dog, cat, duck, cow, plane and fire truck make. He calls Steve, "Daddy." He calls Owen, "Owie" or "O-wish." And he calls me, "Owie Daddy." It's funny and a little sad all at the same time. I guess the whole, you know, giver of life thing isn't terribly relevant when you're just 18 months old.
What isn't sad is that our "fantasy deck" is now reality! After no less than one million sketches and designs, here is our tree house. Just in time for winter :)
He's so cute, does it really matter what he calls you? Lol. Deck looks awesome!
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