You are 18 months old today.
One and a half years old. I know, I know---I cannot believe it. Time has flown by. Although I've stopped writing you monthly letters, I just kind of feel like this is a milestone I should document. It's that last peak before you are officially not a baby anymore. And you are so stinkin' cute.
You have an infectious joy about you. You smile at everyone. You say hi to anyone who will meet eyes with you. You even greet our spanish speaking friends with "Hola!" You wave & dance & twirl like no other. You love people. So much. That was one of our prayers for you, and your Daddy and I laugh about how much it came true. That is a gift, Emeline. Truly.
You are so silly. You love to point at your belly. You know the names of body parts, and will point to them on command (ears, eyes, toes, feet, hands, cheeks, etc). You know animal sounds and your favorite book is the one with pictures of 100 animals. You love books, especially ones with Elmo. You totally love Dora. You find Dora every where. You cry when the show ends. In tears you come up to me and say "Uh Oh, where dora go?" It's actually really pathetic, sad, but oh so cute. You have one pair of pj's with a non in-your-face Dora character on them, and you KISS the shirt. You love Dora that much.
Speaking of which. You have exploded in the words/phrases category this month. Like, holy cow. You are putting words together, making mini-sentences and all. I understand most of what you're saying now, and it makes me happy that you can communicate with me your needs. When your hands get dirty, you say, "I dirty", and when you want to be clean, you say, "All Kean!" You say so many adorable things. You even copy my not-so-cute phrases, like "Oh Geez" and "Oh Shoot". Your momma has some work to do in that department.
You love taking walks with me. But you want to walk. You want nothing to do with that stroller nonsense. It makes going to the mall/Target/shopping kind of hard these days. You hate being strapped down and into anything. You are a free spirit.
You love your milk. But you are still a picky eater. Some days we get a decent amount of food in you, and other days feel like a big, fat fail. But, I just remember that you are a healthy little lady, and I thank God for vitamin supplements on those days.You are getting better. I just tell myself that this too shall pass. Like everything else, I guess.
You love your swim lessons. You love the playground. You go down the big kid slides all by yourself and act like you need no help at all. I still can't believe you do all that stuff alone already. You love visiting the farm and seeing the animals. You also love to visit your Daddy at work and know exactly where to find him in that big building. You know what the Chick-Fil-A building looks like and when we go near it you say "Cheek-In!" and "nummy!" (yummy). It's both pathetic and cute. And a sure sign we eat there too much.
You seem to be getting tall. You can reach all the drawers now and get into much more than you ever did before. I believe you weigh about 23lbs and you're in mostly 12-18 month clothing. You're a size 3.5-4 shoe, and a size 4 dipe. You're petite, but perfect in every way.
One point five years with you has been awesome. You are a delight. Exhausting (it's true). A ray of sunshine. A joy. And my silly little sidekick. I enjoy you so much, sweet girl. You are so, so loved.
Happy 18 months.