Dear Lily,
Today you turned 17 months old. You continue to grow and change so much each and every month. I wonder when one months time will stop resulting in such significant change. Even in the past few days you have started saying so many new words. I can't even keep up with my word tracking anymore. You pretty much say most common words. You still are not combining words very often but your vocabulary is growing fast. Last month you knew all your shapes, colors, letters, etc. This month you are saying all your shapes, colors, and letters. We have been taking walks outside. You like to pick up a leaf and tell me if it's green or brown. You can't eat dinner without telling me what color your plate or bowl is for that meal. There are two parks with creeks next to our house. Lately I have been trying to teach you how to skip rocks. You like to throw the rocks (with a little help) just to hear them make a loud plopping sound in the water. You say "big" and find big rocks. I can tell you are often thinking or analyzing something. You will say a word and then say the opposite for that word. You will say hot/cold, up/down, go/stop, open/close, off/on, yes/no.
You demand that we sing certain songs. You will say "bus" and we are supposed to sing Wheels on the Bus. Or "EIEIO" for Old Macdonald. Or "clap" for if you're happy and you know it. The funny thing is that I will always sing your request. You pretty much have Mommy figured out. The other day I put on jeans. You said "no jeans" and pulled out my purple skirt (which you love) and pulled at my jeans until I put on the skirt. You are irresistibly cute when you do these things.
You are napping and sleeping well. You are a little more adventurous with food. You will finally walk on carpet and play in sand. Suddenly bath time is no longer fun for you. So many changes happen so quickly when you grow so fast.
Here are a few pictures from this month:
Sitting on a plaster alligator at the zoo:
Standing behind the glass is a live cheetah. It was pacing back and forth on this ledge. You wanted to pet it:
Love,
Mommy
