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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Dear Asher: 18 Months

Dear Asher,

Happy half-birthday! Today you are 18 months. So much of you is toddler now that I can't really consider you a baby at all anymore. Sure, you still drink from a bottle sometimes, you sleep in a crib, and you wear diapers. But, you run! You make jokes! You wrestle with your sister!


You keep growing stronger and faster every day. You still stumble sometimes, and you walk like a drunken sailor, but you always pick yourself back up and keep going. You're much steadier on your feet now and can get up from almost any position. You're testing out your new speed by chasing your sister around the house. One of our new favorite games is at night when we're trying to put you to bed, you and Z conspire to avoid capture by running from your room, to the hallway, into Z's room, and back through the Jack-and-Jill bathroom. You'll sometimes make detours into Z's closet for a tea party or a tickle fight. It's hard to be mad that you're not going to bed when you two are playing so well together. I hope you always enjoy each other as much as you do right now.


You're also talking more clearly now. I still don't think you could be understood by others necessarily, but your vocabulary is sky-rocketing. You clearly know what you want most times and are starting to figure out the best way to communicate that need. You do a pretty good job mimicking sounds, so daddy and I will narrate everything around us and ask you to repeat words. I'd estimate you probably have around 30 words. I love hearing you speak!


Finally, finally, you're showing some interest in books. I know that reading is not everyone's favorite activity, but it is one of mine and daddy's and I'm so happy that you might be following suit. You've even started to pick up books and try and read them on your own, which is adorable. You make such hilarious sounds when you're "reading."



This month you were a little fussy though. You're generally happy as long as you're being held, but if daddy or I need to put you down for any reason (let's say to get you the milk you're desperately asking for), then all hell breaks loose. Maybe it's the benefit of being a second-time parent, but I have to say that these over-dramatic, fall-on-the-floor tantrums are a tad funny. I feel bad that you're feeling bad, but the antics are just silly. #toddlerlife


It seems like every day you are learning new skills. I love watching you grow and can't wait to see what the future holds for you. Asher, we love you to the moon and back! Happy 18-month birthday!

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