Unbelievably, The Boss turned 18 months yesterday. And me being Mother of the Year that I am, totally dropped the ball on scheduling the doctor's appointment and made it too late for it to happen on time. So her 18 month appointment will be more like her 19 month appointment. I know, for shame. Rest assured, the girl is a growin' though and I knew it wasn't just me when my mom exclaimed "She looks like a little kid!" the last time she saw her.
We have been keeping track of her words on a sheet on the fridge and at this point, it's filled and we're squeezing them in. I think we've hit the point where we don't need to keep track. The vocabulary continues to amaze me, especially now that two words phrases are far more frequent. I'm most proud of read book and the addition of please to any request. I think it's adorable when she says good girl as evidence of our positive reinforcement. There for a while there was a definite pattern to her words. Do you see one? Arm stuck, Help stuck, Help up, Help chair, etc. It's usually because she insisted on sitting her bottom in something that was not intended as a toddler containment unit. Oh yeah, she loves to hide. Loves it. It looks like the next big thing on the horizon is potty training since she's been telling me before or when she goes. I'll admit to not being fully prepared or ready myself to embark on this next step, but then I remember I Am Not The Boss.
While I've been enjoying the unseasonably cool temps the last week, I hope it does warm up just so we can eek out a few more dips in the pool. I've grown to love this view.