My daughter is 17 months old today. I can’t believe it. I just can’t. She’s gone from a little bitty baby wrapped up like a burrito in her blankets to a big girl who can sign “I love you”, run around the house and sing songs!
Here’s something I wrote on her 11month birthday.
Lydia climbed the stairs for the first time today. Her first step she got a little aggravated because she couldn’t do it. Then suddenly, her little knee got up on that second step ad she booked it up like 10 stairs! This whole year has been full of firsts for her, but this past month has been a month of firsts! She’s started playing games with us. She likes to open and close the door, playing peek-a-boo with us. She likes to pretend to pick things up off the floor and give them to us. She’ll do this 20 times in a row.
Of course, she’s also started arching her back, kicking her legs and protest crying when she doesn’t want to do something. I can’t believe how much her little personality develops every day.
I was looking through old pictures of her the other day and looking at her as a one or two month old I felt like I didn’t even know her compared to now. I guess that’s what makes this warp-speed time remotely ok–as time goes by she’s more fun, more amazing and I love her more.
Happy Birthday, Lydia. I love you more and more every minute.