19

Ella's 19 month birthday passed with barely a whisper. I guess 19 just isn't such a cool number--not so much worth stopping for. At 18 you're one-and-a-half. At 20 you're no longer a teen-baby. At 21 you can drink...2% milk instead of whole milk. 22 is a member of the much overrated even number club and it will also be cousin Ezra's first birthday. At 23 months you're almost two and that's worth noting. But 19 is just 19.
But the truth is a lot has happened. At our latest doctor visit Ella weighed in at the 50th percentile for height and weight and got to visit the big-girl stand-up scale. As usual, her head size is a laughable 90th percentile. And this time the doctor appreciated my jokes. Ella has started to go to a new daycare and loves it! More and more of her sentences include more and more real words. Mom cut her bangs unbelievably short and crooked--as if we just wanted to have a funny bang cutting story and we'd just get it out of the way early (you won't find any pictures here). We're doing good and having fun!
I guess 19 is cooler than I thought.