You are 18 months old. And getting more like me everyday, not that its bad, but I've heard I wasn't nice growing up. Your tantrums are getting more dramatic. You love wearing dresses and shoes. You love both your Grandpas (you love your Grandma's too, but I think you know how to get your Grandpa's to dote on you). Your
favorite parts of the day are getting Chocolate milk in the morning, and hearing the garage open when Daddy comes home. You love playing in the basement with Owen. You love teasing Owen. You love to eat, mostly yummy treats. I love watching you eat, it is so cute to see the way you chew your food, so careful, you don't want to waste any little crumb.
I don't know what you would do without your
blanket ( it use to be Hudson's, but once you laid eyes on it it couldn't leave your sight) and your binkie.
I love you so much! Happy 18 months.