Our gal is officially a year and a half old, and as rambunctious as ever.
She's 31.5 inches tall and 23 pounds 6 ounces. She seemed to grow half an inch the week before her latest appointment and shot up past most of her friends (other than the tall ones). She's still about 50th percentile, though, so neither big nor small.
Orelia has turned into quite a climber, and can climb every chair or couch in our house. Everything is done at a run, because everything is urgent. Danger, danger!
Her talking is going really well, and she's up to around 100 words or so. Her special vocabulary is understood by only me and John, but it's great to be able to understand what she's communicating a lot of the time.
After being on and off with books for awhile, she's officially bordering on obsessed with reading. Being read to is great, but flipping through books on her own (preferably while on a lap) is the be all and end all.
We keep our days very busy, with almost every morning and afternoon filled with an activity (music class, Gymboree, preschool, play dates, and park trips). This keeps us both sane, since she has a lot more fun with variety in her day.
Harper remains a constant receiver of hugs and snuggles. She tolerates this as best she can.
Our girl certainly doesn't lack in personality, and we can't help but laugh when it shines through.