Katriel will soon be 18 months old. 
She sits quietly with her food (even when she is hungry!) while we say grace.  And she punctuates it with her, “Aa-mon.”
She says, “Ock,” for both socks or shoes, and as soon as she hears the word, “outside” she starts looking for them.
Speaking of outside, she says something like, “ah-die” for outside.

We tried to teach her sign language for “milk” many months ago.  She tried valiantly to learn it, but ended up coming up with a sign of her own.  It means both “milk” and “please” it seems.  And occasionally “more”.  Actually – now that I think of it, anytime she wants something she uses that hand motion.  It’s adorable. 

She sleeps with her “Taggie” and her “Minnie”.  None of our kids ever had a Taggie before.  She loves it.  Grandma Judy at church gave it to her.

She loves the pantry.  She bee-lines right for the empty mason jars, or stray bottles of water.  If she can’t find one of those fast enough she looks in the Pepsi case to see if she can reach one of those.

She busy.  And she’s tall.  We can’t leave anything near the edge of the counters…

We love her.  She’s a treat.  She still doesn’t have a nickname…  It astonishes me.