Our sweet sunshine. Little Duck. Peppy. Pippa. Penny. Elopie. Whatever her name… she's now 18 months old and has completely run away with our hearts. The older she gets, the more her little personality shines through and it's such a joy to watch!
At 18 months old, she weighs in at 22 pounds (14th percentile). She is the messiest eater, and will eat anything and everything. Including but not limited to: beets, brussels sprouts, play dough, pickles, rocks, left over raisins from the floor, barbecue chicken pizza, broccoli, month-old popcorn from the couch cushions, etc. I don't know where she puts it for weighing as little as she does!
She wasn't saying much until a couple weeks ago, but in those weeks, has been attempting to say almost everything she hears. Other words used commonly: Stop, Oweee (ouch), Noooo (do you see a pattern here? She does have a big brother…), meow (for the cat), Pippee (for herself), Zo Zo (for Zoe), PopPop, gum, please, thank you, more, sunshine, outside, "Where's _____ (meow, mama, dada, ZoZo, etc), Elsa, Annah and Olaf (yes, from Frozen), popcorn, snack…. among other words.
She's running, chasing, playing tag, doing gymnastics, singing and dancing. She smiles without ceasing and knows full-well how cute she is. Anyone who will glance her way, she'll give a coy smile, nuzzle her head to the side and bat her eyelashes. And we're all wrapped around her tiny finger (which she has requested that I paint pink).
Penelope Cate. We love you so.
