She's Not my Baby Anymore

Today Rachel is 18 months old. When I thought about writing this post early last week, I thought I was going to be writing about my baby. At that point, Rachel was not a toddler even though she is 18 months old because she wasn't toddling. What do you call a child who isn't a toddler yet? In our house, she's still a baby.

Well, Thursday morning Rachel decided that she could walk. We already knew that she could because she's been taking a few steps occasionally, but mostly she was still walking on her knees. Just like her big sister, one day she just decided that she was going to walk, and now that is her preferred method of getting around. How nice for me! Rachel even got to wear shoes to church for the first time on Sunday, and she was thrilled about it!

Here are a few pictures of Rachel walking that I thought were cute.

John likes to call Rachel our little "diva" because she is so expressive. When she laughs, she screams with laughter. When she's upset, she just screams. You never have to guess what emotion Rachel is feeling at the moment.

I found her playing with her reflection in the oven the other day. What a silly girl!

Now that she is finally walking, it's time for her to learn to talk...my language. The only "word" she knows is "uh-oh." But I know it won't be long! Already she babbles and babbles in what my father calls Rachel-ese. What a sweet girl she is! And what a ham!!