Happy 18 months to our little grouch. Isaac woke up on the wrong side of the crib today. That aside, he really is at such a fun age. Talking more and more everyday, laughing, playing, running, defining his personality, etc. BUT, I must write and remember that this can also be the worst age. The tantrums he throws are about enough to pull my hair out - and they appear for no apparent reason at all! Here's hoping they disappear soon.
Hard to believe how quickly time flies by.