Our 18 month-old has officially become a toddler. She's an absolute animal: talking in phrases, eating at the big-girl table, and hanging with her best friends Maya, "Pete," Zac, and Campbell. Best of all, when she's busy doing something she loves (like playing outside- her absolute favorite) she will say over and over, "haaaaaaPPY! . . . haaaaaPPY!" It's the cutest thing ever.
Not that she has lost that "diva" in her. She's mastered the art of screaming in attempt to get her way (not that we budge, but it doesn't seem to stop her from trying), and she still gives stink eye to those who try to win her over against her will.
She so badly wants to be a big girl. The other day I walked outside to find her and Maya discussing their days at the deck table over sippy-cups of milk. She surprises us everyday with the things that come out of her mouth. "Amy, milk please." (Yes, she calls me Amy when I don't listen well.) "Mama, I love you. Ni-night." (My personal favorite.) And,"Oh, Pete . . ." (This is what she sighs when we are in the rocking chair at bedtime. Boy, does she love that little boy.)
On Easter morning Gracie and I met Campbell and her parents at the Linfield Easter Egg hunt. It was blustery and raining, and the girls weren't quite sure what to do with themselves. They both managed to snag three eggs before we snagged them right out of the rain. We went back to or house for round two and filled some plastic eggs with Rice Chex. Campbell proved to be quite the little competitor, running to the eggs first and filling her basket quickly. Gracie, on the other hand, had figure out at Linfield that eggs had "candy" in them. She would see an egg, run over to it, open it up, notice it was just stupid Rice Chex, and dump it on the floor looking for the next one that may just have candy in it like her other three. She gave up when she realized that none did and let Campbell finish the hunt on her own. :)
