15 Months

I would have never guessed (during her quiet, sleeping, watching, serious babyhood) that my Lola Bug would turn into an independent, daredevil, opinionated, adventurous, silly little girl. She is climbing all. over. the place. (And has the bumps and bruises to prove it.) She is fiercely independent…and, boy, howdy, will she let you know if you are in her space or messing with her things. Daddy is still the most favored one, with her boys coming next in line. She weighs about 24 pounds. She LOVES to play the piano. Her silly bum-scoot is gone (sniff), and she is a fast one on her feet. Her fingernails are lethal sharp, but she hates to have them trimmed, so we both often wear ugly red scratches. She has a very pitiful ‘you broke my heart’ cry that starts with a lower lip out to *there* when she gets in trouble. And then there is the mad cry which lets you know that there is *nothing* wrong with her lungs.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love this little girl? And how much her Daddy and boys adore her? I think we’ll keep her.