Sadie is eighteen months old
Sadie is now a year and a half old, and her pediatrician tells us she’s doing great. I could have told you that, but it’s fun to have a second opinion.

She’s really talking now, in sentences of two and sometimes three words. “No, Daddy” is one of her favorites, as is, “Milk, please.” She understands everything we say, so I need to clean up my language a little bit.
She’s very helpful, wanting to include herself in whatever we’re doing. So, we put her to dusting.

I tried to get her to do my taxes, but she was having none of that.
She’s getting better at running around. She jumps off the bottom step. She can climb onto the couch all by herself. She’s trying to skip, but it’s not quite there yet. She loves being outside, and her boundless energy is well-used running around the backyard.

She also loves flowers, so we took her out to the plant store, and got her a flower of her very own.

She’s still a pretty good eater, though she’s getting more finicky. She is very subtle when she decides that she doesn’t like what I cooked her for dinner.

I’ll usually win her over, though, and then she’s much happier.

Sadie has taken to demanding to see pictures of herself on the computer. It’s good to know that she does not lack for vanity. If nothing else, it has made me a little more picky about which photos I put up here; knowing you’ll need to see the collection hundreds of times is a good incentive to edit. I hope everyone likes this one.


