1.5

Lucy is 18 months, one and a half years old today. On the one hand it seems as though it's just not possible for her to be that old, but on the other hand I can't imagine life without her either. When she was born I couldn't think about her being anything but a tiny helpless baby. Now, I can hardly remember it (and thank goodness for that). She's quickly approaching big girl status: she is communicating and repeats words after we tell her them, she feeds herself in her high chair, she finds and (almost) puts on her own shoes in the morning, she knows how to sit on the potty. Above all she understands almost everything we say to her. Pretty amazing my girl, pretty amazing.