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.