This is the essential Nolan. He currently has an obsession with boots, and always has at least one of his brother's snow boots on. Usually facing the wrong direction. He has also taken to his sippy cup (my bup!) in the way that most children take to security blankets. The cup has to be a very specific shape (the tall cups with the narrow waist), or he'll reject it altogether.
Heaven help us when the cup gets lost. "My bup! Want my bup!" rings through the house until the bup is found. When he rocks in the rocking chair, the trusty bup is tucked under one arm and clutched like a teddy bear.
Nineteen months is going to be an interesting age...
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