Our constant gardener

Strange spinning ride at the park

She loooooooved it.

I used to have to cuff those jeans

So big.

Spring and our new dogwood

Baby locksmith

She insists on opening and locking the door herself. I make her let me go first and then let her have at it for a while.

The great glasses try-on of 2015 continues

Lexicon

She has renamed Paul "Paul B." I have no idea how to explain that.

She can sort of count to ten. It's adorable. 

When she wants to nurse, she says, "Nurse dat!" or "Nurse-ah!" I can't explain that, either. 

I told her to close her eyes the other day, and she clapped her hands over her eyes and DID it. I didn't even know she knew how to do that. 

She loves to say "I did it!" or "I got it!" with a giant smile on her face. But you have to trust me that that's what she's saying, because both of them mostly sound like "Digit!" 

"Wup" means "Pick me up," pronounced this way because it's the last sound in the sentence, "Do you want me to pick you up?" Get it? "you-wup"? Actually, this only lasted about a week. Now she just says, "Up!" I miss the little w.

Counting with Karla

Scarf made by Grandma Anne

The other cutie

Big kid

I was trying to take a photo of her clambering around all by herself, but when she saw I had the camera out she sat down to pose.

Cheese in motion

Just a few weeks ago I wasn't comfortable with her sliding by herself. So big.

19 months old, and mischievous

For so long I was waiting for Sylvia to be 18 months old. It seemed like such a huge milestone. And then it happened, and she was so grown up! Then ... she kept on growing up. Now she's not 18 months old anymore, and 2 years seems right around the corner. She looks taller, she feels stronger, she has more opinions than ever.

And she has a new bedtime trick: at some point during stories, she suddenly thinks to ask for a glass of water. Daddy picks her up and takes her downstairs to get it and they bring it back here. The first few times this happened, we joked that she's already learning to stall, but we thought she really was thirsty. (How could someone so little be that wily?)

Well ... she is that clever, it turns out. Tonight when she asked for water I handed her the glass that I'd already brought in with me (planning ahead). She grinned. Mischievously. And drew away from me. Paul laughed out loud, scooped her up, and took her out of the room for their nightly trip. On the way out, she waved to me: "Bye-bye!"



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How she sleeps now

The foot propped on the armrest is now required for comfort.

Side by side

They were giggling at each other until I tried to catch them on video.

Truth

In case you can't quite make it out, they're yelling "Tuna!" "Beer!"