Hey little Misterkins. Why aren't you featured in more blog posts? You should be. All you are is cute and good.
You like to mostly mind your own business -- crawling about from here to there.
All you ever want is to climb the stairs. Even today, when you managed to crawl under the chairs I had blocking the stairs, and then climbed happily, until you decided to sit back and enjoy the view (which caused you to fall), you still would only sob in my arms for a few minutes before struggling out of my grasp and whimpering your way back to the stairs to show them you still loved them best.
When you were first born, your little ears were very thin and nearly pointed at the tips, so we were sure a mischievous elf had put you in the place of our real baby. Your ears have begun to curl over like human ears do, and your size doesn't suggest much elf blood, but every now and then you are still my little Elfykins.
Often you are just Jess-jess and to Abe you are Smess-smess.