So Close to Two

You only have one month of "baby" left, buddy.
After that I expect zero fits, no food on the floor, and 12 hours of sleep, every night.
One month, baby. 

Then you'll flash your sweetest smile and we'll renegotiate. Perhaps.

On a month-to-month basis.

Cause I love you baby. I wish you'd never stop playing peekaboo.
And I wish you'd reach up and hold my finger forever.

You're getting so independent. So full of energy. So silly.

You're so close to two, baby. Stay sweet. You'll do great.