Aside from Mama and Dada, Doggie is really the only comprehendable word. She loves blowing raspberries, clicking her tongue, and flipping her finger on her lips making noise. She does it all the time and it cracks me up.
She loves giving kisses on the mouth and rubbing our noses together. I usually give her an eskimo kiss after she finishes her bottle before bed, and she'll grab my cheeks and pull me back for more. This age may melt my heart more than any other.
She is obsessed with her baby, Mia. If I ask her "Where's Mia?" She'll look around and then give a giant open mouth smile and run towards her. She "sings" along when we do Twinkle Twinkle or Patty Cake and dances to music. When Ashlynn is jumping around, she bounces her knees like she wants to join her. She understands which toys are the dogs and always is trying to shove them in their mouths. Can do simple puzzles, like the jumbo Melissa & Doug ones, and loves trying to put the basketball in the hoop (from the bottom, since she can't reach). She's also signing "more" and "eat". And thankfully, bathtime is finally easier. She still stands up, but at least she's now sturdier on her feet and I don't actually have to get in the tub to hold her. Glad we are past that.
I've been reminded and confirmed, that this is probably my favorite age. Not that each age doesn't come with it's own highlights and difficulties, but I remember loving this age with Ashlynn and I'm in love with it again. It just feels so easy. I love the personality shining through and the beginnings of communication. Sloppy kisses and bear hugs forever, please.