Today Lily is 18 months old. I'm scared by how quickly time is going.
She's 22lbs 4ozs (or 10.1kgs). She's 79.5cm tall. She's in the 25th percentile for both height and weight, so she's a little on the diddy side, but she certainly doesn't look it.
She has 12 teeth (the last time I checked anyway. They're sprouting up everywhere).
She is extremely cheeky and throws a mini tantrum whenever she doesn't get her own way. The other day she stole a muffin clean out of my hand and ate the entire thing. The same thing happened with a mince pie a few days later.
She prefers the slide to the swings.
She'll pass a dog when we're out and point and shout "cat!". I think she knows it winds me up.
She adores her baby cousin. She will go to her toy box, get something out and then go and give it to her cousin.
She is my entire would and everything that I live for. When I put her to bed for the night, I actually miss her. Going to college instead of being with her is the worst feeling ever
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I'm so behind on blog posts at the moment, I really need to catch up. I will at some point, I promise!
xoxo