Seventeen months.

Landry is seventeen months old today. She learned to climb out of her crib last night. Over and over again. She does it like a lady, so graceful. You never hear her feet hit the floor until you hear her running out of her room calling your name. She has lots of words she can say now. She loves the attention she gets from her Daddy when she gets hurt. Bruises galore from her knees to her feet. If it has a handle it is a purse. She walks up the slide and then slides down it on her belly. She can climb a rock wall with ease. She "cleans" by dumping things out and then putting them back up over and over. She still hasn't watched more than 3 minutes of tv...no time for that. Too busy. She has an embarrassed look now. She has her very own unique temper tantrum with her feet on the floor she leans over and puts her hands and forehead also on the floor and begins fussing. She is friendly. Too friendly at times. She is fun and funny. She is smart and silly. As Cade says, "We got the best girl of all. We got the best sister. She is a funny girl."