18 Months Old

 Ahh, my girl is growing up! This spunky little thing is keeping us on our toes and laughing along the way. She's the perfect mixture of rough and tough and girlie as well.

 She loves carrying her purse with her phone stuck to her ear and pushing babies in her stroller. Shoes are a passion; the sparkly the better. She loves jewelry and rocking her favorite baby.

 She's also not afraid to get dirty. And rough. Jumping on the trampoline with her brothers is one of her favorite things to do, and she doesn't seem to mind getting bounced all over the place. She's learning that punching and scratching isn't the best way to get people's attention, but at least she can say "sorry" now...

 

She really loves her brothers. She can say Owen's name, but Ethan is still "bubba". We're working on it. She and Ethan have a special bond when it comes to playing outside on the jungle gym. The only problem she forgets that she isn't 5 years old and tries to keep up. The Lord protected her one day as she tried to swing across the monkey bars and fell a good distance while I wasn't looking.  She and Owen have a love/hate relationship. She knows how to push his buttons, but she does love playing outside with him.

 And one of my favorite things about having a daughter is seeing her have tea parties with her dad. Every night after she gets ready for bed, she plops on the floor, pats the floor beside where she wants Chris to sit, and she pours him some tea. She has one good dad!