Stinker

My little stinker is growing up.

And it just isn't fair.

The other day we bought her a big girl car seat, and I cried. When did she get so big?

Since she can't talk (not one word), I still consider her a baby. But I need to let go and realize that at 18 months, she really is a big girl.

She loves to "talk" on the phone. Again, she doesn't know any words.

She gets up at the table all by herself. Excuse me while I wipe some tears. Sniff sniff.

She can climb up the slide and go down all by herself!

Don't worry Mom, she has only fallen over the side a few times :)

She loves her Bink.

Love my be an understatement.

She rules the house. There is no doubt about it.

She loves her babies. She has 17 to be exact. And she will sit in front of that little house and kiss each one individually.

And sometimes she will share with them.

She has her mother's good fashion sense.

She loves to sweep the floor and wipe up water she finds on the floor. And for some reason she believes those goggles are a necklace.

This will be the last you see of her with "The Bink".

I have decided that if I want her to start talking, and since she is in fact a big girl, the bink needs to go.

Pray for me.

This will be difficult.