At nineteen months, she loves to read and scribble and run and squeal at the top of her lungs.
She loves to feed herself and then clean her tray. In fact, she loves to clean anything. And throw things in the garbage.
She helps me empty the dishwasher and knows where most things belong.
She loves Greek yogurt and calamari and lima beans. She hates carrots and anything carrot-colored.
She has particular opinions on how scrambled eggs should be prepared. And grits, as well. Don't even think about serving her overcooked eggs or bland, soggy grits.
She loves to scold me for spilling ice on the floor, which I do every time. She also puts each fallen cube in the sink, whereas I would otherwise let them all melt on the floor, leaving a minefield of slippery little puddles for the rest of the day.
She is finally, finally starting to say several words consistently, though she has already earned a referral for a speech evaluation in August. She loves to point out animals (Bee! Pig! Duck!). She is also particularly fond of declaring herself a "good girl". I can't argue with her.
Somehow she understands everything that she is told. And she knows things. Things that I don't remember ever teaching her.
When I am spending too much time on the laptop instead of playing with her, she will push the button that puts the computer to sleep.
She knows how to unlock my iPhone and choose her particular apps of interest. She also dials my mom on a regular basis. And has called Poison Control.
She gives the sweetest hugs and kisses. Even to the dog.
She is alarmingly fearless and independent. I, on the other hand, was a big, clingy chicken for the majority of my childhood.
She dances just like her Daddy.
She savors a chocolate chip cookie just like her Mama.
She is hilarious.
The dress is another reversible sundress with fabric from Heather Ross' Far Far Away collection (unicorns on one side, snails on the other). This pattern is just too irresistible since it take perhaps an hour to cut and sew up. Instant gratification. The fabric is a soft, airy double gauze, making the dress perfectly sweet and twirly for a little one on the move.