A few days ago, I posted my daughter’s letter to my grandson, Logan for his 3rd birthday. For a trip down memory lane, here is what she posted for his second birthday. OK, I’m a crazy grandma who can’t get enough of her awesome grandson. 🙂
My son, Logan, turned two two days ago. Part of me is a sad panda that my baby is not a baby anymore, but the other part of me is amazed at how much he has grown, inside and out. When he was born he was 20 inches long and weighed 8.13 pounds and now, according to the Tuscola Health Department, Logan is about 35 inches tall and is a “solid” 36 pounds.
On the way home from Logan’s WIC appointment back on the 9th, my father-in-law told Logan he had to get his mail since they haven’t been to the Akron Post Office to check it in weeks. Yeah, turns out my toddler has his own P.O. Box there courtesy of the postmaster, and whenever Logan checks it there is candy inside. He may not get letters, but Logan is just as happy as his mom whenever he sees…
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