Amelia is 18 months old today. I remember holding her as a 3- or 4-month-old at the park, watching a mom with an 18-month-old. I thought we would never make it that far, and how great it would be when we did.
We did, and it is.

Breakfast

Wait--there's something on my hand!

She didn't want to wear this tutu, but we got it on her for a few minutes.


Happy 18 months, Amelia.
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