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.