Toddlers are hard. There’s not denying it. They require a lot of attention and they’re hard to communicate with and they require discipline that they don’t yet understand. They are also the funnest (I know, not a word. Whatever, you grammar freaks), most entertaining wide eyed little sponges around. And how ’bout that toddler waddle that produces that pitter patter? I’ll never tire of that waddle or that pitter patter. Just the other day I confessed to Willy that I hope he always runs the way he does now… Like he’s stuck and can’t decide between breaking into the chicken dance or joining a marching band, resulting in an elbows out and knees high running waddle. I can’t get enough. Hooper, I love you with my whole heart.