How did a miniature newborn who couldn’t even look into our eyes when we were right in front of him turn into a 15-month-old, grown-up toddler who understands so many things, has his own opinions, and calls me “Aya” (pretty close to “Ellie,” I’ll take it)?!
Here he is looking amazing, holding onto his sourdough turtle friend/snack his Uncle J brought him from San Fran:
Happy 15 months, Ezel! So happy I am here in Cleveland to celebrate and smooch.
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