Abraham,
Your new look- fresh from the shower- is a perfect blend of Johnny Cash and early Clash. You're my country-punk-rock-a-billy star. Pans, bell-like bowls and a damned loud popcorn tin are your drumset. Plastic spoons are your sticks. The whole world- quite literally- is your crowd.
You crawl forwards now and will trundle from room to room to play hide-and-go-seek. Your favorite new toy is a brightly colored flyer from a Mexican chain restuarant called Don Pablo's. You love ice chips and frozen peaches, our family's summer time staples. Tonight I built towers out of your board books which you delighted in tearing down.
Rock on,
Pa-