My Dear Hazeline,
Today you’re 18 months old. You are such a big girl. You know so many words, but your favorites are Minnie Mouse (pronounced Minn-Mowww), Elmo (pronounced Mel-Mo), and Mine (not surprisingly, pronounced correctly). On gameday, we can even get you to say, “Go Dawgs!”.
Your sister is your best friend, and you’re always happy to share your spotlight with her. The way you smile at Greenleigh melts my heart.
You’re wearing size 18 month clothes, but occasionally can fit in your sister’s 2T clothing. I see lots of sharing clothes in your future. You wear a size 6 diaper, and let’s hope you don’t grow too much more before you’re potty trained because size 7 diapers are really hard to find in drug/grocery stores. But given how much you love to eat, I’m not really counting on that whole “not growing” thing.
You’re going through a rough patch of teething, that will. not. end. Unfortunately. For both of us. Speaking of, anytime you’d like to start sleeping past 6:45am, that would be fine with me. I welcome it. In fact, if you’d give me the chance, I’ll show you how it’s done.
You love toys, especially dolls and your Minnie Mouse stuffed animals. You are constantly putting them to bed and feeding them. It’s adorable to watch, but frightening when I’m walking through the house the next morning to find a baby doll face down and half-covered with a blanket in the middle of the living room. Because, in case you didn’t know it, baby dolls really freak me out. I’m hoping that the whole baby doll thing passes quickly, but no such luck so far.
In all seriousness, there are so many things from this time in your life that I don’t ever want to forget – the sound of your giggle, your early morning bed head, the nom-nom-nom noise you make when you eat, the way you clutch your blanket as you run around the house,
and the sound of your snores when I put you to bed at night.
And as I write these words, I’m left to wonder where the last 18 months have gone. How can time pass so quickly? I’m left only to imagine what the next 18 days, 18 months, and 18 years will hold. I’m excited to watch you grow.
We are truly blessed to have you in our family, Little Sister.
Love,
Mommy
P.S. – I’m totally serious about that sleeping past 6:45am thing…anytime you’re ready.
