Hey Uncle Ed and Aunt Ashley,

I know it has been a while. 

I weigh about eighteen pounds now, and I never stop.  I just grew into twelve-month shirts, so I am looking more and more like a little boy instead of a baby.  My pants are still nine months because I have my daddy's legs.  Yesterday, Momma went through my clothes again, and I had fun pulling them out of the box she was putting them in. 

I can say Momma, Da Da, Paw Paw, sometimes Maw, hi, and bye.  Maw Maw is hard because it is so close to Momma.

I slid off the couch backwards Saturday night and landed on my feet.  Last week I got irritated with Momma because she would not let me jump head-first off the porch.  I pleaded my case hard, but she still said no.   

Well, I need to go.

Love,

Baby Caden