Sydney turned 18 months yesterday (a good way to celebrate Earth Day I think)! I just can’t believe I have a one and a half-year old child. I just had her. Seriously. It was weeks ago, wasn’t it?
One week old
My how she has changed in the time since we brought her home. She started life as a sleepy “mini-me” clone of Jim who screetched like a very unhappy bird (hence her nickname Chickies). She has blossomed into a very happy, very active toddler who is starting to look more like her Momma every day (a little more sun this summer and she might just be blonde)! She is learning SO much these days and is into investigating everything. She has become extremely curious about the world around her and is just an all-around loveable, happy girl. Ever since we moved her to a new school, her language has exploded (even sign-language – they use it at school and for a while Jim and I didn’t know some of the signs she was using and had to go look them up!). She has even started to talk in full sentences already…while it is cute 99% of the time, her favorite phrase is “I want it”. Which she says about pretty much anything she knows she cannot have!
Not a baby anymore...
She had her 18-month check up last night. She weighs 25 pounds and is 33 ½ inches tall. (That translates into the 75% for weight, 70% for height and 65% for head size for those of you keeping score at home.) The doctor pronounced her healthy and developing great. And then the nurse gave her two shots which *really* ticked her off!
Of course she does not understand that we are about to dramatically change her life with the arrival of her sibling in June. She sorta gets that there is a baby growing inside Momma, but that is all. If you ask her where the baby is she lifts up my shirt and points to my expanding waistline. But then of course she walks over to Daddy and checks to see if there is a baby up his shirt too! I am trying to enjoy these last days of her being an only child – I know things will be different when the new baby arrives. But no matter what, she is always going to be my *first* baby! 
Eating Peeps with my Mom for Easter breakfast - yum!
