This officially marks the Fudgelet being closer to two years old than one year. He is over a year and a half now. Wow. Last month I started telling strangers he was “about one and a half” just to keep things easy. Sometimes you feel silly saying “17 months” even though I am technically okay with the whole months thing until they turn 2. Then I think it should just be 2, 2.5, 3, etc. As of this point, he has been on 6 plane rides, slept through the night exactly zero times, been called cute an uncountable number of times, speaks a few words in two different languages (Cantonese and English), and has had a vast array of different foods (although all on the softer side since he still is missing most of his chompers).