Today you turned twenty-one months old and these past two months have been busy. You climb out of cribs, eat tangerines like an addict, search in rooms and on tabloid covers for nani and mamu [like Russell Brandt, which, really? Which Mamu is he?] and generally melt my heart in a million different ways like when you look at me wide-eyed asking for baby ziraffa to accompany you on outings including grocery store visits, a very new thing, and also, very cute. Also cute? How you take my receipt post-purchase and examine it for a good five minutes for what I presume are discrepancies.