I keep telling people Hope is eighteen months, and it just occurred to me she's really nineteen months. The months are slipping away and my baby is looking more like a little girl than a baby. She has great taste in shoes. These little sandals she's wearing are her favorites and she wants them on first thing every morning. She loves Faith as long as she is isn't being strangled by her. She LOVES dogs. If we're driving and she sees a dog, she'll start making noises like a dog. She LOVES lip gloss and chap stick. She is talking more, too bad it's another language. She loves to go to women at church and have them hold her. She cries every time I take her to nursery. She LOVES to go outside. She fights with Faith, but plays with her too. She's starting to have opinions about what she wears, great. We sure love our Hope.
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