17 Months

Layla Bean,

On Friday, you turned 17 months old. It's mind boggling how fast you've grown since Christmas. When you first got your kitchen set from Santa, you couldn't reach the top of it. Now, you look down at it. And when Grandpa Roger brought you your play car, you couldn't reach the pedals. Now, you hammer on the gas and break pedals like you're in a speed race!

Your hair is now long enough to put in a "high pony" and your size 3T pants fit you length wise instead of just "width" wise. ;) You're leaning out and growing tall. You still have your adorable little belly and yummy little thighs and arms, but you're no longer a butterball. Just a sweet little girl with a butt you get from your mama.

You have become more chatty than EVER. You are ALWAYS talking. All the time, chat chat chatting away about who knows what. I sure would like to know what you're talking about, because it always seems very important. There are quite a few words you can say very clearly now that we can understand. Including: puppy, mama, dada, NO, MINE, bye, hi, stinky, uh oh and duddy (hudson). you can also say, "get down!" and you say that all the time to Hudson.

One of the cutest things I've noticed about you lately is that when I put my makeup on in the morning, you like to go through my makeup bag and pull out my blush brush and eye shadow brush. Then, you go get your baby and put makeup on her! Awe. My little girly girl.

Bean, you light up our lives and brighten even the darkest, gloomiest winter days. We love you!!!