Our baby girl, our teeny little thing, our Emily is 18 months old today. I feel like there should be a celebration. I remember when every week was a milestone, then every month. Now she’s 1 1/2 years old! Years! And on the brink of big-sisterhood.

Just born.

About 6 months.

First birthday.

18 months. She now has enough hair for pig-tails and says a few sentences.
Her favorite things are:
- Seeing Daddy come home
- Being thrown and chased by him
- Eating bananas (And saying, “banana!”)
- Dancing to Yo Gabba Gabba
- Talking to her Pooh bears
- Laughing at her Pooh bears
- Reading books (and ripping them when no one is watching)
- The phrase, “Yeah, I do!”
- Going outside: running, drawing on the sidewalk, picking wildflowers, and moving sticks
- When I sing The Alphabet Song or Rock-a-bye Baby
- Looking at her reflection in the dishwasher
- Setting up her blocks wherever we are… either at our feet or in our laps
- Thrusting herself about our bed
- Saying, “TV! TV!”
- Dogs
- Close proximity to us
It’s nice to reflect on life with just Emily before Baby Brother arrives. And it is so good to think about the purpose of all the pain I will soon endure to bring him into this world. Motherhood. It’s worth it all.
Happy 18 Months, Miss Emily! You are loved.



April 10th, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Awww, so sweet! Luke and I got Emily a book for when her brother comes, it’s called GALLOP! and has these cool panels that show different animals running, I thought she would like to see the dog running. And once our puppy gets a little better behaved (less jumpy and wanting to chew on everything, including peoples’ hands) and the rest of her shots, Emily is more than welcome to meet her and play with her.
April 10th, 2008 at 12:28 pm
What a sweet post. You’re gonna make me cry!
: )
April 10th, 2008 at 6:32 pm
It’s amazing to see in that newborn face the resemblance to the present Emily. Time really flies. I have a similar photo of her running in the yard for my wallpaper. Such life!
April 11th, 2008 at 6:39 am
Well Mrs. Derrick, no one can say that you don’t make cute babies. :)