18 months old already . . .

My "baby" is no longer a baby. She's a talking, walking, sweet little girl. She suprises us with new words almost daily, and we've gotten pretty good at figuring out what she wants. She is very interested in the potty, but I'm not trying to train her - it's way too early for that. But she did go #2 in it yesterday which was pretty impressive. She very much wants to be like her big sisters and will not let me feed her dinner anymore and she's doing quite well with a fork now. She is definitely spoiled and can be very stubborn at times. She still likes to wake up for a bottle when I go to bed but as long as she sleeps through I can handle that. She was getting quite a few colds but I started her on liquid vitamins the past couple weeks and haven't seen a runny nose since, so I'm hoping that helps. She is a cuddler, and prefers to play with someone but usually that's not a problem with her doting sisters. We are enjoying her just as much as the week she was born and so thankful that God has entrusted this little blessing to us.