My 3rd-born is 18 months old, today! One and a half -- yikes! Doesn't this picture just scream "toddler?" The chubby legs... the pig tails, (which required much screaming, yanking, and pulling), and the little tap shoes. Oh, how I find this stage so precious! The emerging words, the joy in new discoveries, and the babbling in the crib. Of course, finding a smile is not as easy when the camera is out. Her obsession with Mama could be toned down. And, of course, I could do without the diapers. But I know how quickly it passes. I still don't always enjoy the day-to-day, but I am really learning to appreciate each age and stage as it comes!Monday, May 2, 2011
18 Months Old
My 3rd-born is 18 months old, today! One and a half -- yikes! Doesn't this picture just scream "toddler?" The chubby legs... the pig tails, (which required much screaming, yanking, and pulling), and the little tap shoes. Oh, how I find this stage so precious! The emerging words, the joy in new discoveries, and the babbling in the crib. Of course, finding a smile is not as easy when the camera is out. Her obsession with Mama could be toned down. And, of course, I could do without the diapers. But I know how quickly it passes. I still don't always enjoy the day-to-day, but I am really learning to appreciate each age and stage as it comes!
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