18 months old. Our sweet little, lovable and cuddly and soft-tempered and happy-go-lucky little baby has turned into a spit-fire, screechy, independent toddler. I'm not happy about it--because I want her to stay little forever!
She is nonstop. Constantly opening and emptying and climbing and reaching and grabbing and running and making everyone realize how absolutely not baby proof a space can be. She LOVES animals-kissed the new baby pups right on their little noses. She has quite recently got fiercely independent and sooooo much screechier. She's still tiny and petite and soft and gives the best cuddles and kisses. She laughs and sings and plays hilarious peek a boo games. She can say mama, daddy, uh-oh, NO, bubbles, peekaboo, I love you, bye, hi, woof woof, and a few others. Recently she is most content playing in grandma and grandpa's gravel. Oh how we love this sweetest little girl of ours! She's everyone's baby and we all love her so!
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