18 Months

My darling daughter is 18 months old today. I can't believe how the time has flown. I signed up for being a Mama, absolutely. I did not sign up for their growing up so fast. Cameron will finish 4th grade next month and Dylan will start Preschool in August. Who said these little people could grow up? Granted, in August Peyton and I will have some much needed time alone, but she is going to miss her big brother. She loves him to DEATH, literally. A couple weeks ago, while Dylan was eating breakfast, she launched him off his chair so she could get up there and sit like a big girl. She wrestles him and could give even the biggest of guys on WWE a run for their money.


She is ALL about the telephone. Her phone etiquette is pretty great, and Daddy still says she's not getting her own phone line. Ha Ha We'll see.

She LOVES to wear sunglasses and hats.

She's drinking from a sippy cup..

She's our little mimicker.

She heads straight to her bedroom when we say, "New Butt" and gets her diaper changed.

She LOVES to take a bath. And throws a fit when you take her out. She runs before we can get the towel on her and streaks the ENTIRE house before she's caught.

She started getting up on the couch by herself a few months ago and now it's the kitchen chairs. She climbs on EVERYTHING!

She is still quite the dancer. I believe there may be a pole in her future. ;) Just kidding, of course.

She twirls in circles and I'm sure she will receive her next ouchie by doing so.

She swoops in and steals your spot the second you get off the couch.

She has popped teeth way faster than her brother's did.

She's the biggest fit thrower and has the worst temper of all our kids. Missy Diva.

Her vocabulary is growing daily. "Ma" is the equivalent to "No!"

Her favorite song is, "It's a New Day" by will.i.am.