
She is 18 months old, and going on 13. If you ask her, she'll tell you she's five. "Fiiife!"
She's putting words together. "Help, please!" And she gestures for me to follow and says, "C'mon Mon, mama!" She knows and understands words like hungry, hot and cold. At her well check today, the pediatrician said she is speaking at a 2 year level.
She knows ABC. Not the whole alphabet, just ABC. And sometimes, D.
Fantastic Mr. Fox is her favorite movie. She would watch it every day if we let her. Of course, we don't. And the day she says "cluster cuss" will be the last day she ever sees Mr. Fox.
She will eat most foods if dipped in ketchup or Nutella. If she doesn't like something, which is often, she'll spit it right out or throw it on the floor.
She is learning to use a fork and spoon, and being very independent, she no longer likes to be fed. She insists on feeding herself, but has trouble getting food onto the utensil to put in her mouth. So, she demands help with that part, but insists on taking over once the food is on the fork or spoon. Consequently, most of her clothes are stained with ketchup or Nutella (see above), and I've given up on keeping the floor under her chair clean.
She sometimes goes to bed with a small soccer ball or clutching a book.
She weighs 22 lb, 12 oz (25%) and she's 32" (55%) but I think they might have got her height wrong. I think she might be more like 31" or so. Either way, she is healthy, and I am so thankful.

