I didn't have time on the actual date to post anything about my sweet girl reaching 18 months of age. A year and a half of sweet breastfeeding, sleeping side by side, and doing pretty much everything together. 18 months of beginning the process of figuring out who this tiny, powerful creature is.
She is full on into toddlerhood. There are not many hints of baby left in her, but I search for them whenever I can. I find baby in her delicious cheeks, in her puffy diaper bottom, in her tiny giggles, in her mouth searching for my breast the same way it did when she was 2 months old.
She runs now. She's only really been walking for 4 months, but now she runs places, her bouncy little steps causing her hair to bounce along too.
She says eyebrow and all done and cheese.
She loves to be tickled, she loves peek-a-boo, she loves standing on my legs and jumping off onto the floor, she loves to stand on the bed and fall forward with a plop.
She also loves books. When she wants me to read, she brings me a book and flings it in my general direction and proclaims, "Weeeed!"
She is absolutely divine.