This is Brynlee

Sixteen months is a really funny stage. Bryn's becoming more and more independent, and her little personality is emerging more and more. Here are some photos from the last week that really illustrate this silly stage... Bryn LOVES to help me stir, add ingredients, and knead bread dough. Everytime she sees me making dinner she pulls a chair up or points for me to get out the step-ladder.

It's cute, but messy. And once you get her involved it's nearly impossible to pull her away.

Always trying to do tricks.

She loves to "brush" her teeth. We've really got to distract her with something to get the toothbrush away from her.

Loves to sit at her little table and color. The crayon marks are always wild and fast. She's working through some inner strife.

Loves running through the nearby parks...

...and loves feeling the rush of the wind through her hair. It makes her feel alive.

She LOVES putting on clothes. She always comes out with shirts around her neck or my clothes around her neck. She loves necklaces, loves shoes, loves putting chapstick (with the lid on) on her lips. This is a familiar scene: Her at the door, ready to go outside, with random clothing items, and the keys (or my purse.)

This picture is so typical. On the bench, cat in hand, ran off before I could put her pants on, a pearl necklace and an elastic headband around her neck (both of which she picked out and put on), staring out the window at the kids in the courtyard or people walking their dogs

I love Bryn and I love this silly stage.

(Except when I'm trying to contain her in church. Two months til nursery! Hallelujah!)