eighteen

eighteen

A week ago we celebrated your half birthday and you night weaned yourself. You are stringing words together (coconut water, watering can, Ella’s turn) and loved to be quizzed. You devour books, know all the neighborhood animals by name, dance to every song and jingle you hear (yesterday you got jiggy to the kars4kids song on the radio and clapped along to Johnny Cash in the car), and ask me to “share” when I have something you want.

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fifteen

fifteen

I love this age. I love the person you are and I never get tired of spending time with you. You laugh randomly and often and it's contagious. You started waving and saying "hi" to everyone you see, spreading joy wherever you go. You happily flip through books or play dress up most of your waking hours. You love kitties and Christmas trees. You look for airplanes when you hear them, even when we're inside. You are our water baby—we cannot take you near a body of water without you wanting to get in. You blow bubbles in the ocean and the bath. You love the beach and can play in the sand for hours. 

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