18 Months
December 17, 2025 — 8:31pm
Dear Reese,
Just like that, you’re 18 months. A year and a half old. So little still, in the grand scheme of it all, but it feels like too short a time that you have been in my life.
Look at you a year ago — you had just learned to sit up. Now I have to stop you from climbing stairs unsupervised and pulling down heavy objects on your head that I swear you couldn’t reach. (You are taller than we seem to remember.)
This evening, we unbox my Barbie ornament collection and you (sort of) help me hang them on our Christmas tree. It feels a little silly since I’ll have all the decorations down a few days after Christmas (I like to start the New Year fresh with decorations packed away), but it is festive to have little snowman and Santa figurines all around the living room. You carry a Rudolf ornament all over the house, disappearing into your room with it and bringing it back out to the tree.
It’s hard to believe that in another half year I’ll have a 2-year-old. But my experience with parenting so far echoes what others have told me — it only gets more fun with every new stage.
Love,
Mama