Put strainer over her head and say it's hat. Pick up imaginative food from the strainer and pretend eating as if it's finger licking good.
Wear colander as a hat and put it over the face playing peekaboo. Guess what she's doing in the last picture?
She stopped playing out of a sudden and went hiding in the corner had her face covered up. Seconds later, I smelled what she's up to. Yup, she's pooping!!! Hilarious.
Poor baby freaked out and burst into tears the moment she stepped into the exam room. Those unpleasant memories of shots in this room must have flooded into her mind. She's getting two injections today, one flu shot and one Hepatitis A shot. She's squealing like a piggie for the first shot, crying her heart out. The second shot was a bloody scene. Her muscle was so tense as she was trying to squirm her way out that the blood was spilling like a fountain when the second shot went in. Aside from losing many droplets of blood, being teary and weary, she's healthy and stays in line with the developmental milestones. At 19th month, Elle weighted 29.12 pounds, 34 inches in height and head circumference is 49 cm. A whooping 90th percentile in height, and 75 percentile for both weight and head circumference.
down the hill in a float after an hour of hassling with an inflatable snow tube. Proven, float is only intended to be used in the pool. Nevertheless, Elle has a fantastic time playing in the snow!
Dear Elle,
We're going through the "Everything is MINE" phase a couple weeks ago before you turn into 19 months old today. You scream out "Mine" and take immediate possession of your "Mine" things away from us. The word "Yours" apparantly doesn't exist in your vocabulary yet.
You love reading as always. You wave the book in front of our face saying "Book!" and then snuggle in our laps reading together. We can go through ten books at a time, reading each book more than twice. The same story can be repeated a hundered times if we allowed you. Ever since mama and dada pick up the "Baa Baa black sheep" song from a book, you always flip to that page and say gleefully "Baa Baa" and then we start singing the song together. Your lyric is a mix of "Baa Baa", "Aah Aah" and a bunch of baby gibberish, utterly cute and silly. Mama even crazy enough to sing it over and over again to make you stay put in your potty chair during potty time. 
You roar with an open mouth, imitating a lion sounds when you see a lion in the book. You count one to ten. You say "Bye bye! See you!" to bid farewell. You say "看" when you want us to turn on the TV for you. You almost drive dada crazy by saying "痛痛" gazillion times a day. Last week, we found 3 bug bites on your left hand which you couldn't stop scratching and yelling "痛痛" with a pitiful voice. Your dada put some ointment on and covered them up with a plaster. From then on, we'd go through a battle of pulling the plaster off your hand during bathtime. Before we could completely dry you up with the towel, you have alreay opened the medicine cabinet, taking out the ointment, followed by the plaster, stuffing them into our hands and saying "痛痛" with your finger points at the bug bites.
Don't we have fun cheering on the drinks and foods we eat? During the mealtime, we toast on almost everything, saying "Cheers!" out loud . When we're trying to take a bite off your food from the tray, you'd hold your hand out like a stop sign, yelling NO! to shoo us off. Then you'd quickly pick up the food and stuff them into your mouth before we get them. You're such a funny little thing yelling NO NO NO when you see us pouring water to the orange juice before giving it to you.
You now dance with each foot stepping, as if a robot moving, as if tap dancing, as if a dog go peeing because your left leg always lifted much more higher at an angle like a dog is peeing. When mama says "Music Please!", you'd push down the song button on your toy. Then, you'd either tapping your feet along with the music in your signature style, or you'd start turning around and around getting all giddy and dizzy that you fall down to the floor with a big smile on your face. After a few rollings on the floor, you'd get up and then we'd do it over and over again.
You're so full of energy and constantly on the move. You enjoy so much running away from us and then running back into our arms screaming "Ahhhhh...ahhhh..." with arms flailing in the air. While we're watching the telly, you'd stand your feet onto our feet, or sit on our feet making us bounce you up and down. This evening, you put your feet in and out the snowboots for god's sake half an hour. You pull your wig down to you face, walking around and saying "Boo Boo" to us. You're such a mischevious one, giving us rounds and rounds of belly laughters.
You discover the fun of jumping. You're getting there but not quite yet. You look so serious about getting your jumping act right. You stand with your feet together, get down to your jumping squat position with arms at sides, and then you're ready to leap up with all your strength and determination. However, you hardly jump an inch off the ground, instead you stomp an inch forward shakily. It doesn't spoil your thrill over trying to jump over and over again.
You adore snow, happily stomping through the field of fluffy snow like a little warrior. You don't mind at all falling into the snow on your four. You're getting better and better with your throwing arm.
Happy 19 months old, baby! Our love to you growing more and more.
Love,
Mama
A daycare snippet when I dropped off Elle this morning. The moment she stepped into the ladybug room, a little boy greeted by her name, baby Jordan came over wrapping her arms around Elle giving her a hug, followed by another boy, and then Jordan again. Baby Jordan must be a hug bear! Awwww, they looked so cute and sweet with the huggings. While holding on that sweet thought, I just remember Elle was bitten AGAIN by an anonymous one on Tuesday. Ouch!
Every once in a while, when Elle's getting sleepy, she would climb up to dada, snuggle under his arm lying cozily with him. In no time, she'd fall into slumber blissfully. At that moment, dada would show a proud look on his face singing his own praises, as if waving a victory salute.
The winter chill has melted away as Elle's giggles and jolly laughters spreading through the air. She was having heaps of fun, waddling like a penguin in her snow boots, scooping up a handful of snow and throwing it towards us. It was a blast!
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