Ellen is 18 months old now and one fiery little girl. She’s tiny (less than 10% for height and weight) so people are always underestimate her age and compliment her on how well she does different things.
She has no fear. She’ll climb to the top of any slide on the playground and go down it without hesitation. She thinks she’s a big kid and is always trying to climb ladders to the cooler big kid stuff.
She might be part monkey. She climbs everything at lightning fast speeds and is always getting into mischief. You have to watch her or she’ll end up on top of the kitchen island eating all the fresh fruit or on top of the table pulling all the leaves off my plant.
In our church, kids get to start going to nursery at 18 months, but the ladies that work in the nursery thought she was so adorable that they let her in a few months early. She loves playing with toys for two hours and I love not trying to make her sit still for that same period of time.
She loves when Noel comes home. She’ll watch for him out the window and when he pulls up on his bike she bangs on the window and screeches. Speaking of screeching, she also throws the most ridiculous tantrums. The drama has already begun.