We went to the doctor for her 18 month well check and she is in the 77th percentile for height and 66th percentile for weight.
Karsten is a talker, for sure. She can say more words than I can even type, and is stringing them together into phrases. My favorites are:
"Hey baby!"
"Lion Guard!" or "Mickey Mouse", as she points to the TV. And then if you pick up the remote, she starts saying "That one!!"
Anytime we are in the car, she yells over and over and over (and over) "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
She LOVES to listen Rockin' Robin by Jackson Five. You can sing the song to you and she'll insert the "tweets" when applicable.
The Frozen obsession has already started. When I put the girls in the bath tub at night, Karsten immediately starts saying "Elsa! Anna! Olaf!" and pointing at the rubber bath toys. She also has a toy microphone that she will walk around the house with, while singing "Goooo!!!", which is her version of "Let It Go".
If you ask her what her name is, she will proudly tell you "Kate!". She also knows how to spell Kate.
She can count to 10, and can say many of the numbers between 11-20, but she's just kind of iffy on that.
She knows some of the ABC's, but again, she'll just say random mumbled letters. "G...R...S...M!!!"
Our church has doors that lock with a screwdriver (they are the industrial kind of doors like at a school). We are obviously often the very last people to leave church, because Karsten has figured out how to lock the door. We will be standing in the foyer, and Karsten will decide that it is time to leave. So she'll walk over to where we keep the screwdriver, get it out, walk over to the door, and try to stick it in the slot. She'll play with it for a minute and then go put the screwdriver back up and look at us like "All ready!" Funny girl!
A few nights ago, we were all playing outside in the driveway. Karsten was about 1/2 way down the driveway, and Kate was at one end riding her bicycle. Kate asked me to race, so she and I got beside each other and I said "On your mark. Get set. Go!" and off we went. I looked up to see Karsten (who had a HUGE head start on us), running as fast as she could go. When she got to the end of the driveway, she threw her hands up in the air and started yelling "I won! I won! I won!!".
She is SUPER attached to her stuffed bunny.
We stopped giving her a bottle during the day around the one-year mark, but I've continued giving her a bottle at night. She is most likely our last baby, and I just haven't been ready to give it up. I made a promise to myself to stop it by 18 months... and that's what I did. On the night she turned 18 months (April 6th) she got her last bottle, and that's been it. She has asked for it a few times but I've easily distracted her and it's been fine. I guess I really can put up the bottles now.
I really love our nighttime routine together. She and I will read a Bible story and rock, and then she'll put down the book and tell me "Pray!". A few nights ago she said the sweetest prayer ever:
"Dear God. Tank you. Jesus. Amen."
There's nothing better.
Kelly,
ReplyDeleteI want to thank you for your dedication to this blog! I have been following your blog since last fall and I am so happy to have found this site. I have struggled with infertility for 7 long years and my husband and I finally made the decision together to look into adoption. And for 1 year we waded through all the paperwork, meetings, emails, etc, etc, etc...and I am happy to say that we will be adopting a little girl in mid May! I am amazed by the journey God has taken us on and when we meet our girl...I know all the years will be worth the wait! I thank God for you and the encouragement you give. I appreciate your honesty and how you show hope through your writing. I can tell how much you love your girls and that always brightens my day when I get to read about what you all have been up to. Thank you for the love you share, Lea