Nineteen on the19th

It is hard to believe my daughter is nearly two years old. I am amazed how quickly time slips away. Miss Lucy has a personality. She is her own person. One minute she is full of laughs and amusement. The next moment she is enraged because her blanket will not fold correctly. She is a great organizer, always diligent to put clothes in the hamper whether dirty or not. She is great at pointing out animals recalling their sounds. Ball and DaDa are her favorite words. She is learning (emphasis on learning) manners like please, help, and thank you. Motility is slowly making progress. The other night determined to double fists beers bottles (I assure you the bottles were empty. She found the recycle pile) she was willing to walk a short distance unassisted. Nonetheless, she still manages to climb and wind up in unexpected locations. She has also discovered her knack for drawing (doodling) holding the utensil, whether crayon or spoon, properly. The best part is my husband and I never tire of her. She continually offers a fresh perspective on life and encourages me to be a better person.