Today you are 18 months old. 18 months of fast, furious fun. A cute little bundle of energy who loves the sound of her voice (especially when you realize it echoes in certain areas), chasing squirrels at the park, and her Mommy and Daddy.
Recently, you tested the waters of temper tantrums and found them quite to your liking. I'm not sure what to think about this, except that you'll (hopefully) grow out of it. The word "no" tends to set you off, but I can easily diffuse a ticking time bomb with well placed kisses to your tickle spots or, as a last resort, goldfish crackers. Nothing stops tears faster than a yummy treat of baked cheese.
Speaking of cheese, you've fallen in love with slices of bright yellow American cheese. If I make you a sandwich, you'll pull out the cheese and eat that, all the while throwing the bread and meat overboard. You've also developed a taste for raisins and red seedless grapes, which makes me happy. Yay, a healthy snack.
Your development is right on track and you've even started using two-word phrases and feeding yourself with a spoon and fork. You can easily identify body parts (ours and yours) and love it when we play "This little piggy" on your toes.
Each and everyday I find myself watching you grow a little more. Each and everyday my heart swells with pride and I can't believe how lucky we are, how beautiful you are. I love watching you discover new things. It's like I'm relearning everything along with you. I love how much joy you get from the small things in life. I love how you pick up sticks in the yard and poke at the dogs through the fence. I love how you pick up your dolls to give them kisses and then demand Daddy and I kiss them as well.
I love you so much Roo... I can't wait to discover more with you.