Eighteen Months

This baby is 18 months, and she is a total maniac.

Seriously.

She is a pacifier junkie.

She makes this innocent, sad face, but don't be fooled.

She is a little devil.

After 15-ish months of being the perfect child, we've lost her. She's nuts. She is screaming (or Eve-ing as Matt called it today) all the time. Happy screams, mad screams, bored screams, whatever. She covers them all. She is constantly annoying her sisters. She knows exactly how to push their buttons. She pulled Kate's hair and poked her for 2.5 straight hours driving home from Cleveland last weekend. She climbs on everything. She gets into everything. And God forbid you utter the word "No" in her general direction. Hell hath no fury...

But then, the sweet Evie comes out, too. She laughs and laughs. She loves when we chase her around. She loves to climb on playground equipment totally inappropriate to her age and size. She is so loving, too. She gives her sisters her blankie when they cry. And she is without a doubt the world's best hugger. She pats my back now when she hugs me before bed. It's basically the cutest thing ever.

We can't imagine life without our crazy, happy, lovely Evie.