18 Months

Dear Scarlett,
How on earth are you already a year and a half old? I cannot fathom that you are months away from being two. You are the joy of my life sweet little girl. Our world revolves around you, and we love it that way! You are learning so much right now. I am amazed by how smart you are. You are a little firecracker bursting with energy!

You can identify your ears, eyes, noes, head, belly button, and toes. You know what a cow, monkey, sheep, and cat say. You can say many words and some phrases. You can count to ten pretty good! You talk nonstop it seems. You only take one nap now after lunch, and you sleep really good in your crib all night. You have nine teeth.

You love to sing songs with mommy. We also sing in the car, and you love the song "If You're Happy & You Know It," and you know just when to clap, stomp, and shout, hooray! You also love trying to sing, "Jesus Loves Me." You say, "Yes! jibberish, jibberish, Owe Me!" and you also like trying to sing your ABC's. You love the "Wiggle, Wiggle" song from your show, and you love to dance! You dance to mommy's cell phone ring tones, and you even know how to push play!

You want to do everything by yourself! You don't like getting help brushing your teeth or going down the stairs (you pushed my hand away today in fact), and you especially want to feed yourself with a fork and spoon. You love asking for crackers, and it sounds like "Go-gur!" Daddy spoils you and gives them to you whenever you want.

You love, love, love being outside. Many times during the day, you say, "Outside!" which usually sounds more like, "Side!" You love to slide and climb around at the park, but you really love to swing the most. In fact, you just love going anywhere. You get excited when we're about to leave and you say, "Go! Go!" On the other hand, you are not a fan of strangers, eating vegetables, or having your face wiped.

You love Sesame Street, Elmo, Abby, the computer, feeding your babies, running, throwing balls, looking at books, eating apples, your kitties, playing dress up, Yo Gabba Gabba, drawing on your magnet board, your paci, and watching yourself in the mirror.

I never want to forget how sometimes you call our cats "kitties" and sometimes you call them "meow," or how you kick your little leg out karate style and say, "Hiiiiya!" or how you ask, "Where are you?" when you look for things you can't find, or how you scold objects that have hurt you by telling them, "No! No!"

You are asleep right now, and I wish you could really understand how much mommy and daddy love you. We would do anything in this world for you, and we love being your parents. We are so thankful that God chose us to take care of you. We just don't know what we ever did to deserve an angel like you.

I love you,
Mommy