18 months!

Stella, you are 18 months old now!  I've decided this is one of my favorite ages: you're mobile (although that does lead to some stress at times when you're going into the tupperware, pots and pans, or other cabinets or when you're emptying out my drawer containing all my hair ties and hair brushes), you play on your own a bit, you are picking up more and more words.  Within the last two weeks, you've added or clearly spoken "pot pie, whoa, tent, milk, backpack, Emma, Daddy, book, baby, night night, snack".  We'll get home after school, you'll pull out your chair at the table, and say "snaaack."  We were playing with the tent today and you kept saying "tent".  When I put you into the car in the morning next to Emma's backpack, you point and say "backpack."  You recognize other words and get excited at them: strawberries, grapes.  You have started signing "please", waving, and blowing kisses more reliably.  You point to my Ireland mug with the sheep on it and "baa".  You roar when asked what sound a lion makes and moo when asked what sound a cow makes.  You love standing or sitting in boxes no matter the size.  You also love dumping out all toys then wading through or walking on them.  There isn't always a lot of playing with them.