Like, you are now old enough to be accepted in all day care centers, including that super ritzy one in Golden Hill, known as the "Harvard of Preschools." (Which you're not going to or anything, but it's nice to know the option is there.)
And you are allowed to be moody because of how your brain is going through a lot of changes, which explains why you've stopped waking up all cheery and instead cry "NOOOO" and "MAMBIE?"
Also, as an 18-month old you are totally ashamed of your parents and take pleasure in leaving the room we're in, closing the door and saying "Bye! Bye! Bye!" Not only that, but you also enjoy irritating us by making us play the most awful video in the universe: "Mommy & Me" which features mid-1990s kids and moms singing horribly awkward songs like BINGO and the Grand Ol' Duke of Earl in equally awkward sweaters.
But before I know it, you'll be 2 and then 3 and then 9 and then 18 for real. And instead of just running out of reach like in this picture, you'll be exploring the world outside, where you won't need Mambies or Lambies or places where wheels on the bus go round and round.
Happy half birthday, Beans!
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