Dear Dash: Sixteen Months

Your great-aunt Kristi died at age 42 this month. She loved you sooooo much! Our last memory with her was in March when she came out and greeted you by saying, "Dash! Did you push a car under the door? Did you push a car under the door?" because she had seen the instagram video I posted. She had a picture of you pinned up in her room and was always thrilled when we came to visit. 

You now say three new words: "boo!" "umbrabra (umbrella)" and "guck (duck)"

You are learning about colors with the help of our beautiful yard.

You graduated! Just kidding, Dad did. 

You are so curious and willing to try new things. Like play the korean danso.

This month's illness was hand-foot-mouth.
Except instead of getting boils/blisters on your hands, feet, and mouth, you got them on your chin, legs, and butt.

You are so independent! You want to get out and explore wherever we go.

I tried styling your hair. It didn't last too long.

You love to wave good-bye at any opportunity!
Even though your wave looks more like karate chopping.

Rhetorically,

Rebekah