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Nineteen Months...

These pictures are all really poor quality (again) because my camera is dead (again).
Perhaps Santa needs to solve that problem?  hehe

At her recent check-up, she was 23.5 pounds and 30 inches long.  And I'm glad to report that (unlike her mom) her head size is not abnormally large and is in fact just in the 75th percentile. (Better than off the charts, right?!)

Lyla loves to make music!  A teacher at my school gave her some instruments and she's been making music ever since.

Coloring is still a favorite activity.  Her word for colors is "gaga."  Not sure why, but it's very clear what she wants!

Lyla loves, loves, loves to play in her kitchen drawer.  She empties (a.k.a., throws) out all her kitchen toys and climbs right on in.  Last weekend she spent at least 30 minutes sitting up, laying down, jumping, etc.  Who knew an empty drawer could be so fun?!

She loves saying 'hi' and 'bye' to everything.  We says lots of 'goodbyes' to items in the house in the morning when we leave.  The one thing she does not say 'hi' to: Santa Claus.
Maybe we should stick with saying 'hi' and 'bye' to the dogs :-)

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