Harper. 17 months old.

hello baby.

17 months. Time's going by so fast. You're a proper little girl now, it's really odd, I expected you to be a baby forever.

New things this month, let me see. You've picked up "stop it" and whenever Isla cuddles you, you screetch at her "Stop it Isla!".

You've mastered what I call "the Sink Eye". I don't know where it came from, but it's dealt out on a pretty regular basis these days. Your teachers at Kindy have even commented on it. They say you have them in hysterics with it. I really have to capture it on camera, it's so funny.

Lots of sentences now. Your favourite is "where did he go", or "where'd he go" you say. You can never find your turtle, so you walk around saying this. Super cute.

A week or so ago you were in the hideous habit of waking at 4am. Thankfully you're over it now...

To my utter delight you LOVE Fall Out Boy. Like, love love them. You come up to the computer when I have iTunes open and say "Dance, Dance" until I put it on. Then you dance. So adorable.

Happy 17 months Harp. Love you more than chocolate.