Mo is grow grow growing. She's still in 12 month clothes because she's so slender. She used to be so round with beautiful big thighs, but I think she's getting ready for a growth spurt. She has thinned out and is starting to look more like her dad - long and lean. I've pulled out a few 18 month clothes, but the pants fall right off her tiny hips.
She has been learning a lot. I'm losing track of when she learns things or how long she's known something because it's so rapid lately. She knows lots of animal sounds and can identify many animals in her books. She can point to her hair, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, belly and toes. Her language is starting to develop more quickly. She knows mama, dada, nana (banana), cheese, yoyo (yogurt), shoe-shoes, hi, down, wawa (water) and a few others.
She is pretty good at feeding herself with a spoon or fork, and she likes to drink out of a "big girl" cup (though she still mostly uses a sippy cup).
She loves to read. Like, crazy about books. The other day I was so sick of reading the same books a thousand times that I pulled out my phone and showed her some Lion King videos. See why I'd be a poor stay-at-home mom? I need breaks from the repetitive kid stuff too often! But really, I love that she loves books. When she was a baby she hated when we'd try to read to her, so it's a relief that she find so much joy in it now.
Mo has been running a lot, or as much as a toddler can run. She's definitely getting more confident in her body. She is speedy when climbing yup stairs and wants so badly to be able to walk down them. She still has to scoot down on her butt or climb down backward, but she prefers for us to hold her hands so she can walk down facing forward. She also loves to climb on everything.
Her grandma got her a water table recently, and we got her some sand toys, so she can finally enjoy playing outside. Poor girl used to just sit on our stoop because she's not quite old enough to run around, and we didn't have anything fun for her to do.
For awhile there she was testing us a little, pushing limits. We got a little chair from my grandparents, and we put it in a corner of our living room, and when she did something we didn't approve of, we'd ask her to stop. If she didn't, we sat her in the chair and knelt by her and explained why she needed to be removed from whatever activity. A toddler version of time-out I guess. After awhile I think she got bored of testing us so we haven't needed the chair lately.
She is still in love with her stuffed animals, and now makes us kiss each of them several times before we leave the room at bedtime. She also makes Oberon (our cat) and everyone who visits kiss them too.
I don't think I've written about my most commonly used nickname for her lately. I call her Peach, which I've mentioned before, but that morphed into Peach Pie, which morphed into Pie. I find myself calling her that all the time, and several variations of it - Pie, Pie Pie, Pizel, Pie Crust, etc. She's my favorite girl in the world.