Thirteen months has been completely different from any other month you've graced us with your presence. That sounds completely inane, because of course you're going to continue to develop and each month will be different. But this month was so different from your previous twelve months that I feel you turned into a little boy overnight. You're no longer my wee baby. You want to do things on your own. Explore things on your own. Eat without me feeding you. You're even getting too big for me to rock without you getting uncomfortable. (Don't worry, that weeping you hear is just from my, um, allergies.)
Along with moving, we can now add groovin' to your kinesthetic repertoire. You love to dance. There doesn't even have to be music; you could hear the bass from a car passing by and you begin busting a move. It's my favorite thing. You get this huge grin on your face and bounce up and down and move your arms from side to side. I've sent in your video for So You Think You Can Dance...we should hear any day now.