An 18 month-er

Miss Lib is 18 months old(in every sense of the word)

She is a chatty pants, saying more than 30 words. Her "comfort word" as Jon calls it, is Mommy. Not to self promote but she talks about me all-day-long. When she is happy or sad, scared or excited, tired or waking up, hungry or angry, frustrated or proud of her self-you get the picture, she says Mommy none stop. I pretty much love it even though it is often yelling or whining or crying....Mommy. It melts my heart.

There are not many places in our house that she has not climbed on, in or out of.

There is no blinking aloud around this girl. It is safe to say she is usually up to no good. Good thing I like looking at her.

While I am folding the clothes on top, she is unloading them from the bottom(and putting them on, all of them)




She loves baths. If the bathroom door is left open chances are she will find her way in there and help herself in, even if it means a face plant, worth it in her book I guess.

She is a blanky girl. She does this weird thing when she gets in her bed. She grabs the edge of it and pulls it up right under her nose. We are not sure if she is smelling it or rubbing her nose, but it is adorably strange. She has done that for as long as we can remember. If you are snuggling her she will grab another end and stick it up to your nose. It melts my heart and it would be ok with me if she never stops, 18 years old, sure. I adore it.

She is a little momma, loves babies, real, dolls or pictures of babies, loves them and needs to cuddle them all. She loves books, especially those with pictures of babies which she kisses every page.

First day in nursery was a breeze. She did great, which surprised me on account her her usually unfriendly-ness:)

She loves this guy and he returns it ten folds. He sure puts up with alot from her. It is safe to say we are all pretty crazy about her.