The little girl is 18 months now - and I couldn't be happier about that. I LOVE this age!
I love to hear the words coming together, to see the personality emerging, to witness the physical developments that come with getting more and more stable.
I love the way that at this age they can play a little bit more.
I love the way they want to copy everything and everyone.
I love the way that she's finally getting a little hair!
I love to see their little peculiarities and fascinations emerge - for our gal it's an obsession with shoes. Anyone's will do!
But. I'm not really loving the separation anxiety that gets unleashed when we are trying to get ready for work of a morning. It's a rush enough as it is without a small girl sobbing at your ankles.
I'm also not loving the new fussiness that has just arisen with her eating. But I know that's normal. I can no longer just present her with an assortment of mashed vegies and expect her to scoff it down like she used to (more's the pity).
This girl, I just can't get enough of her right now.