Oh little girl...that's right, you're a little girl, not a baby anymore. Actually, you've not been a baby for quite some time.
Today we head out to visit Dr. P for your eighteen month check up. That's right, a year and half. Never mind that people think you're 3 years old. At your 15 month check up, you were the size of an average 2 1/2 year old. Yes, you're tall for your age, but its more than that.
That independent streak continues. You must feed yourself, brush your teeth (multiple times a day), and put your own shoes on. The other night, you were trying to put your own pajamas on.
You love to read, swing, and carry your babies around the house. You love to tell me who you played with at daycare - Ru-e (Ruby), Ari (Arika), Nanan (Nathan), Mar (Shamar), Aaaa (Abbey), Jake (Jacob)...and you love DiDi (Diana) and RaRa (Robin).
Your vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds lately. Animals and sounds they make are still a favorite. You're starting to associate words with things around the house. You like to read your jeezee (Jesus) book at bedtime. I finally figured out where your "K" that follows any request we make has come from. "Kaylee, lets go change your diaper." "K." "Kaylee, its time for a bath." "K." A couple of nights ago, I heard Daddy tell you that "we'll have supper in a little bit, 'k?" Let's hope you don't pick up some of daddy's more colorful vocabulary. Okay?!?