Dear Lily
Last week you turned 19 months old. (I am sorry that I am writing you this letter so late. Last week was pretty busy and so I am little behind schedule.)

Last month you continued to morph into a little girl - leaving your baby-self almost completely behind. It has been amazing to see you grow up so quickly. I would be getting all sad and nostalgic about my little baby, but you still seem quite little and fragile when you breastfeed and sometimes when you first wake up so it is still OK for now...

However, it is also lovely to see your big-grown-up-self enjoying being out in the world. I have
written before about how socially confident you are and how much that came through while we were on holidays in Vanuatu. Often we would be eating out and you would climb up and "dine" with other families for a good part of the meal - seemingly completely comfortable to just fit in with total strangers. The more familiar people in your life are also becoming increasingly important to you. You will frequently mention family members or friends that we haven't seen in quite some time and ask if they are coming over or if we can go and visit them.

You are also extremely confident around animals. Actually, this is an understatement. You simply love animals and will hang out with them and 'cuddle' them at any opportunity. I am always worried that you will go racing up to a vicious dog with disastrous results, but thus far you have shown remarkably good judgement. Your favourite animals are, of course, Midnight and Freya, and you ask to see them several times a day even though you know full well that they live in Sydney.

I also love it that I can now have conversations with you. You are incredibly articulate. For example, yesterday we were in the car waiting for your papa to finish the shopping (we had been sitting in the front seat so that you could have a feed). You climbed into the driver's seat and said to me: "This one; papa's car."
"Papa's car?" I said. "Why is it papa's car?"
"Papa drives it."
"Well that's true," I replied. (Although I also do drive it sometimes when he is at work)
"Lily drive it too?"
"No darling, you can't drive it. You're too little."
Then you looked at me with a conspiratorial grin and said, "Let's turn it on."
Cheeky monkey!

love
mama
xox