At nineteen months, wee Jamie’s growing fast
And visits show time hasn’t crept, it’s flown.
He’s found his feet, and crawling days are past.
Not just a baby any more, he’s grown
Into a toddler, running everywhere
And kicking footballs when he used to swat
Them with his hand. We see him do what’s fair
By making sure that Nonna takes her shot.
He loves to interact and play with you,
And seldom his own company he’ll keep.
His personality keeps shining through,
He’s better too at lying down to sleep.
Exciting watching Jamie learn to walk,
Impatiently we wait to hear him talk.