FINALLY I am able to sit down and blog for just a few minutes. Unfortunately this will be a massive photo bomb because it's been almost two months since my last post.
Thank goodness I am able to chronologically follow my photos to remember all that has happened since I last posted.
Over Memorial Day weekend, we went to visit Grandmother. Your Grandmother is suffering from dementia/Alzheimer's, and we're not sure if she even knew who we were while we were there. We still enjoyed the visit, even if it was tinged with a little bit of sadness.
You loved playing at Grandmother's house, especially petting the ceramic puppy dog that Grandmother has had for as long as I can remember.
You looked absolutely precious in your patriotic dress.
You look like a big girl riding face forward in Your Daddy's truck. I didn't want to turn you around, but you were getting carsick turned around back. You are still rear facing in my car.
You love to drive us around Publix. I hate when they don't have any of these carts available because you are a pill in the grocery store. There was one particularly scarring trip that had me swearing off going back to Publix with you for a while, but these carts make all the difference.
You take daily inventory of our DVD collection.
You wore this.
And this.
We moved the coffee table out of the living room for you to have more space to move around.
More people than you enjoy it.
We've been swimming in GiGi's pool several times. You love for Daddy and me to jump in the pool and make waves.
You also love for us to serve you juice and watermelon in your float.
This play kitchen that GiGi got you for Christmas is your current favorite toy.
We find many random things being "cooked" in your oven. Wilbur, our phones, goldfish...
Lionel Ritchie was on the Today Show, and you were captivated. You also love Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and clapping and yelling along with the audience on The Price is Right, Ellen, and Wheel of Fortune.
You still love bathtime, chasing your toys all around the tub. You also love to throw your toys over the edge, put your hands up in the air, and make a surprised face like you have no idea how that happened!
We are working on coloring.
You crawl all the way into your room and clean off the bottom shelf for me every once in a while.
Your GiGi and I went for a walk with you in your wagon from GranBren. You are quite the diva, demanding juice and goldfish and throwing them over the side when you are finished.
We went to the art museum one afternoon to see a new exhibit and spent some time playing in the children's room. The interactive wall was fun and you loved dancing with us.
After the art museum, we went to the River Nile for a snack. You were very fond of the strawberry shortcake, shoveling it into your mouth and saying "MMMMMMMMMM" after every bite.
You made this sweet little craft for Father's Day in Sunday School.
You also gave Daddy a book that you picked out yourself for Father's Day. He loved reading it to you on his next night off.
We've entered the age of tantrums. We are not amused.
Sometimes you insist on sitting in your wagon and playing right there in the living room.
At your 15 month checkup, you weighed 23 pounds and 10 ounces, were 33.5 inches tall, and had a big ole noggin. Got a clean bill of health! Dr. Freeman was pleased with your progression and we have labeled you a "late bloomer" with your stubbornness to crawl until you were 13 months old and what seems to be your stubbornness to begin to walk. You teach us daily that we are on no one's time but yours.
You love to play picnic with Mr. Mouse, sometimes even sharing your food with him.
You are on a "meat strike." I think it's because of those pesky molars coming in. So your diet is fruit, veggies, and peanut butter sandwiches. Dr. Freeman says not to worry because fruits and veggies are the most important food groups right now!
You and Charlotte conspire often to go on walks and beg for food. Sometimes you both drive your mommy up the wall, especially on Your Daddy's work days.
But I love you more than anything in the world.
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