I always want to remember these days. The days when you grabbed Four, the old cat at Grandma and Grandpa's that used to be mine, and tried to carry her around the porch like one of your dolls. We were lucky she didn't try to scratch you, since she's an outdoor cat and your used to the ones that live indoors.
I want to remember how you took off for the stairs by yourself and reached up for my hand and then walked down those high concrete steps with only my hand as your support. At 16 months of age and already climbing stairs on your own, not crawling but actually doing your best to walk up them on your own.