Dear Owen,
You are almost 17 months old, and growing up fast and getting cheeky each day.
Everytime I pick you after work, you will run instantly to the bedroom. Climbed on the bed, hugging your pillow and waiting for me gleefully with patient as you will expect me to find you there.
You hoping I will come and catch you and trickle non stop till you scream and kicking happily. You will pretend to run away but you actually hoping your mummy will catch you repeatly and trickle you while you laugh and scream like helpless baby.
These are some moment I will always remember as you are growing up and still wanting to be with your mummy. I will trickle you till you are bored of it. That's part of your mummy job. :P
