Isabelle turned seventeen months old a few days ago. You know, every day we comment to each other how amazing and beautiful Isabelle is. We love her so much.

She makes us laugh. She is so silly and sweet. We don’t even mind that sometimes she tries to put food between her toes.

I love how she takes the ordinary and has so much fun with it. Like stomping around and putting on and pulling off one of Alan’s hats. Who knew something so mundane could be so fun.

I love all the moments with her, the loud noisy ones and especially the quiet ones where she comes over and sits in my lap with a book. Even when it’s a book she’s tore to pieces.

Lately she is doing all sorts of new things. Like how she won’t stay out of the dog crate. Or how she figured out how to get off of our very tall bed. She lowers herself down on the side where there is a footstool. And she’s figured out how to get up on the bed too. She does this by first standing on the footstool and then climbing onto the glider, then onto the bed. She seems to be doing so many new things I can’t possibly remember them all. But they all make me so proud. Yes even the sitting in the dog crate…funny, silly girl.

(Oh and doesn’t my hair look a little wild? I used a new shampoo that’s supposed to be anti-poof. Don’t think it worked. Huh?)

Read month sixteen.