18 Months Old

Kaidence, you are eighteen months old!



I feel pretty much like the worse mom ever because I never wrote out K's 17 month post.

So, I decided I better sit down and write this out while she was asleep so I would have time!

Stats:

We will find out Friday at your well baby check-up on Friday.

Skills:You are a talking machine. Online websites have that 12 is the average amount of words an 18 month old should know, Daddy & I counted 30-35 that you know. I am proud!

You are also a running machine. You love to run and swing you little arms as fast as you can!

You have mastered shutting doors. This makes me so proud because I hate for people to leave doors open, and your Daddy is the worst about doing it-ha!

You could be a professional climber. You love it and I find you on top of random things all the time.
You also love to wedge yourself in the tiniest little places. Your favorite is a baking dish! You always drag it out and sit in it to have your afternoon snack.

Sizes:

You are wearing mainly 24 month. You need them for the waist size, you could probably do 12-18 month for length because your shorts are capris and capris are pants!

You wear a size 4 or 5 diaper.

You wear a size 5 or 6 shoe.

Personality:

You are such a people person! You love to be funny and make people life.

This is cute now, but I have a feeling in a few years when you are the class clown it won't be-ha!

Random:

You have stopped crying when you go to the nursery at church, as long as your favorite worker is there. I sometimes wish I could be a fly on the wall to see what tricks you pull for her to always spoil you and carry you around-ha!

You are still obsessed with dogs! You bark every time you see one. And, last night on the way home from church you kept yelling "MOMMA!MOMMA!", so I turned on the light to see what you wanted and you started jibbering, then all of a sudden pointed your finger out the window and started barking, and then busted out laughing! I guess you were telling me a funny story about seeing a dog?! :)

You now know my name. It started Saturday at BRU, but anytime I ask you "What's my name?" You says "Asheys". I don't like it, but I can't help but laugh at your little country accent!