She's also got doggie, daddy and Rosie down pat, though I frequently mix up doggie and daddy. Spider, sweater and water frequently sound the same as well. She's got a limitless vocabulary, but context is critical.
She does not walk. She runs. Always. Everywhere. She does not ponder. She does not pout. She embraces things she likes with unrivaled glee. She protests things she does not like with full body on the floor screaming fits. And she is messy, so, so messy, but oh, so fun.
She gives the best hugs. She has the best smiles. In short she's an awesome kid.
Here's to our incredible Ellen.
(Somewhere around here is a piece of paper with her eighteen-month height and weight. If I find it, I'll add it here.)