That's right -- our "baby" is 18 months today!
Starting to pull a whole lot more attitude...
(A typical example? Clearing everything off of the table and onto the floor when she's "done" and we don't react quickly enough, or when she's just ticked off about something)
Little exploradora...
her adventures take her from the depths of my purse, the garbage and the toilet to tumbles down the stairs, off of chairs, and out of beds. There's no stopping this one. Curiosity must be sated; bumps and bruises are the price she pays.
Loving books more and more,
which always gives me twinges of guilt as I know I read so much more to Juliette.
Still on the go, but with a bit more speed!
Leading me to constantly shout "slow down!" whenever she's not in my arms.
Still (seriously) attached to Cleo the purple dog.
Cleo and the green blankie.
Makes for awkward walking when she has to carry all that around,
but carry it all around she will!
Not adding too many words to her vocabulary.
Her classics are: "dog", "agua", "mama", "papa", "tita" (for Juliettita); "more", and "up".
Her recent additions are: "abajo" (down in Spanish); "no", "elbow", "knee", "eye", "ear",
"why" (mimicking Juliette -- the meaning will come soon, no doubt),
"duck", and several animal sounds.
Taking her time with words, but always getting her point across!
She follows Juliette around, and even acts like a dog just to be like her animal-crazy sister. They've been playing more and more together lately -- Juliette even asks her to come and play (!) It usually lasts just a couple minutes and almost always ends in tears, but we'll take it, and Magdalenne loves it!
Although she's still a squirmer-wormer, she has been a super mommy's girl lately, which has been building up my arm muscles far more than my non-existent visits to the gym. This one's no featherweight, folks! As difficult as it is on me for her to be so clingy and needy, I try really hard to remember it won't last long and she'll soon be too big even for super-buff arms to carry.
And I know I keep saying it, but I keep regressing and unwittingly repeating myself: our baby's not a baby anymore! (Still, I'm going to keep calling her my baby, and I'll probably need to reaffirm the fact that she's not a baby yet again in some future milestone post when I proclaim it at last official - again.)
Happy 18 months on planet Earth, M. Sanne!! We love you to pieces!