Mary is sixteen months old today. This reminds me that I think sixteen months (or thereabout) is the peak of cuteness. Don't get me wrong, babies are cute before that, and toddlers are cute long afterwards. But at sixteen months the ratio of baby innocence and chubbiness to toddler attitude and curiosity is perfectly balanced, resulting in the most adorable creature on earth.
A sixteen-month-old is also a major pain in the rear.
Good thing they are so cute.
(I don't think that's an accident.)
