Kyrie turned 15 months old yesterday. I have yet to weigh her, but I measured her and got 31 inches (which puts her in the 62nd percentile). I’ll try to remember to come back & add her weight. OK, I weighed her. She’s 23 lbs, right in the 50th percentile.

She now can say:

Mama (usually she yells it out, calling me: maaaamaaa!)
Baby (her favorite word)
Uh-oh
Down
Jesus
Papa
Pretty (she’ll only whisper it)
What’s that? (she’ll say it when pointing to objects)
It’s a… (she’ll say it before “baby,” for example)
Hi
Hush (she says this when I read her Goodnight Moon when it gets to the quiet old lady line).

And I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting some. She makes the correct animal noises for ducks, puppies, lions & monkeys. She also thinks that cats bark, no matter how much I tell her that they say “meow.” Every time she sees the cats at my parents’ house, she barks & pants up a storm. It’s hilarious. When she’s impressed by something (usually it’s a pretty Christmas tree), she’ll say “OOOOOOO!!” It starts out low and then gets extremely high and then gets lower again. Too darn cute for words.

She’s getting naughtier by the minute. I’m having to discipline a good deal more now. She’ll screech at her cousins (especially Noelle) if they take a toy from her, but she grabs toys away from them all the time. She is melodramatic and sometimes throws herself on the floor *sigh*. She sometimes screams for the fun of it, and sometimes screams if she’s just plain upset. Fun times.

She’s a little bit of a flirt, too. She’ll purse her lips and squint her eyes to try to look cute. It is cute. Very cute.

Her very first molar cut through today. Top left. More are soon to come. She’s got a mild cold right now, poor sweetie, but is handling it okay.

She’s getting more beautiful every day.

(she’s giggling in this picture)