Oh my Jemma Kay. 18 months old. She is tiny. Can't buy her dresses cause she is too short. She wears 6-9 month shoes on those little fat feet. She likes to wear shoes in the house but not in the car and will take them off EVERY.SINGLE.TIME or scream if they won't come off easily. She is so strong willed, independant, impatient and easily angered. She gets irritated easily and squeals so loud sometimes my ears ring. She loves her brother very, very much. She follows him around and does everything he does. She can give high fives fist bumps and blow kisses. She loves to give everyone kisses. She is the best dancer ever. She still has a bow legged walk and when strangers talk to her she gives then a death stare. She eats pretty well with a fork, drinks from cups with straws and loves sweets, fruits and sausage. She's not a big veggie or chicken person. She likes Blues Clues but not really any other TV. She loves to go outside, dig in the dirt and eat it sometimes, too. She says all kinds of words and calls all dogs and cats Tango. She likes to pet animals but hates dogs that lick her or get too near. She climbs stairs and picks up the first stick she sees when outside. She loves to scribble with crayons or chalk outside.
I have a feeling she's going to be a tomboy. She's slept 12 hours straight since 8 weeks old. She only sleeps in her crib with her minky blankets to touch while she sucks her thumb. Im saving now for braces.
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