Tomorrow you turn 15 months. Here recently, more than ever, I have noticed that you are not a baby. You not only stood up without holding on to anything but you walked from the dining room to the couch without closing your eyes once. You quack, moo, woof, and aoh aoh aoh (seal noise) and can identify your belly button, nose, tongue, and ear. We've moved your bedtime from 7:30 to 9:00 over this last week in an effort to keep you from waking up at 5am. This morning you were up at 6:30, which is better, but yesterday you slept til 7. Let's keep working on the 7:00 rising time.
I love it when you disappear from the room and I find you sitting in your car playing make believe. I love it when you pull my hands from the keyboard to play your music box or start your windup toy. I love it when you cover me with the couch cushions and climb to the top to "surprise" me. I love how you ignore TV, except for the Fine Arts Channel, where you are fascinated by the ballerina's and orchestras. I love how you sing along to the music. I love how you read books in your own language and kiss and hug all your stuffed animals. I love that you, warm, caring, creative, silly, are my daughter.