Eighteen Months

Dear Brooklen,

WOW! I can't believe that you are already eighteen months old. You are such a wonderful kid, I am so grateful for all of the things that I have learned and for the joy that I have received from being your mom.

You love to play. Your favorite toys are your basketball hoop, your Cotton-Eye Joe Car, and your shape-sorter. You also love to listen to mommy and daddy read you your favorite books.

You started going to nursery alone a couple of weeks ago, and not surprisingly, you were glad to have your independance. You love going to your "own class," and you know exactly where it is in the church building.

Though you still will not watch anything on the television, you adore watching music videos on the computer. Your personal favorite is "Watching You" by Rodney Atkins. Your daddy sings this song to you before bedtime and it makes you laugh when you hear it on the radio or watch it on the computer. You want us to play it for you over and over and over again! I'm pretty sure we watch it about 20 times a day. You also love to dance to music. The other day, daddy and I took you to the mall to let you run around. Everytime you passed a store that was playing music really loud, you stopped in the doorway and danced your heart out.



You love being outside; because of this, the snowy winter has been hard. Everytime we are outside, regardless of the bitter temperature, you can't wait to walk.



At eighteen months, you still aren't saying much. You are very smart though, and I just know that one of these days you are just going to start chattering in sentences.




You still love to eat. We have been trying really hard to get you to chew your food before you swallow it, but to no avail. You ALWAYS eat like it is your last meal. Fortunately, however, you have been introduced to many types of food and you will eat anything. Daddy and I love cooking and eating new things, and you are always "game" for something new.



You sure are one clean kid. This is one habit that I am definately hoping sticks. If you spill something, you immediately grab a towel to clean it up. You put your toys away after you play with them, and you often "freak out" when you make a mess at dinner time. Of course, you love to vacumn and mop the floors with me.



Lastly, you are still a doll and yes, I still love shopping for cute new outfits and dressing you to impress. Get used to it kid, I don't think that I'll ever grow out of this.



Brooklen, your dad and I are so blessed to have you in our lives. We love you more than you could ever imagine.

Love,

Mommy