Chloe turned 18 months old on Saturday. We decided she deserved a cupcake and some ice cream. She found that she loves cake. She asks for it every day now.
The time has flown by so quickly. It seems like only yesterday when we brought her home weighing only 6 lbs and 15 oz. Now she's right around 22 lbs. Her hair was almost black and now it's very blonde. At five months old I remember her getting so mad because she couldn't get to where she wanted to be. She wanted to be able to get up and walk across the room to go get something that looked interesting. She had to rely on us to figure out what she wanted and go get it for her. Now we have to chase her around the house to stop her from getting everything she wants. She knows how to get water out of the refrigerator door (that's lots of fun, let me tell ya!). She knows where her clothes are and has an opinion about what she wants to wear. If we've been somewhere more than a couple of times she knows where we are as soon as we arrive. She amazes me every day with all the new things she has learned from the day before. She's the last baby in this house. All of her new accomplishments make me happy and sad at the same time. It will only progress further from here, I suppose. I can say, without a doubt, that I cherish every new day. She's amazing!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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