19 Months

Okay, seriously. Someone stop this crazy fast passage of time that has led us here, to the place where you are 19 months old already. It's not fair that it's going this fast, especially when you consider how long being pregnant seemed to last.

Val, you are a walking, talking, coloring machine. You've got sentences:

• Play this!
• Wash it!
• NO want it.

You understand that if your mommy is in the bedroom because she's tired, you might get to go in there with her if you say you're tired too.

I can sneak nothing by you. You spied a brand-new pair of piggie pajamas I'd tucked on the side of your dresser and wanted nothing to do with the horsie pj's that you'd loved the day before (No want it! Away!). You wanted only the piggies.

And speaking of pj's, lately you're totally, 100% over those cute pj's with the feet in them. You want only the 2 piece models that I bought almost none of. Sigh. So we're doing more laundry to make sure the few we have are ready for you and I used a coupon to score you a few more pairs (the now-famous piggie, a monkey and a snowman) to get us through the winter.

I didn't realize how many times I say 'hi' to you in this little quiet voice until you started saying it to me too. Every time you do it, you look in my eyes and I just want to melt.

You say 'okay' when we ask you about things. You also say 'fuck' so we need to be a little more careful these days.

Being your mom remains the greatest thing ever.