Monday, November 15, 2010

Seventeen Months

I looked at the calendar and realized that E is 17 months today.  There are parts of the 17 months that have rushed by and parts that have gone in slow motion.  Namely, the 10 months that she wasn't sleeping through the night.  As I look back, it all seems to blur together.  I can only separate the moments when I look at photographs.

I love seeing her personality emerge.  She is becoming quite the firecracker, which is exciting and terrifying all at once.  She plays really well with L most of the time and has a very specific screech when he tries to take a toy away from her.  I call it her pterodactyl noise.  She loves to say "dog" and her favorite phrase is "what's that?"  She still uses her pacifier, which we will soon be working on, and she is really good about letting me do her hair. 


Yesterday she was playing with a balloon and tried to bite it, which made it pop, of course. I held my breath to see how loud she would cry, but heard nothing but laughter instead.  I thought, you should be crying!  That must have stung a little.  I have never heard her laugh that loudly.  Like I said, firecracker.  I'm glad.  Girls need a little attitude in this world.  You're never too young to start kicking ass and taking names.

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  1. I love it! what a neat post! She is adorable...firecrackers are the most fun! That little pose is hilarious! I can tell you two will have some great times ahead! She is fortunate to have you as a mom!


  2. Love this post and the picture commentary! My
    Evie is almost 16 months and I feel like I'm just now getting semblance back in my life. I love this age, especially the sleeping through the night part. :)

  3. A firecracker, indeed!

    Love, love, LOVE the last picture! She's such a little cutie!

  4. I just love those pictures, especially the last one. She's adorable.

  5. She is just so stinkin' cute--and what a little personality!

  6. I was just wondering earlier today how old she was and thinking back to when she first arrived and then you got admitted into the hospital cuz of your bum ticker. She's a doll.

  7. I just adore Em! That last picture seems to tell it all.