A year and a half old already and I can't believe it.

You're getting so big, but you are still my baby girl.
I could fill volumes with all of the wonderful things about you.
I love the way you:

play chase around the kitchen counter. First you chase us, then we chase you. And when we are close to catching you, you hold up your hand and say "Stop!" Then a few seconds later you say, "Go!".

say, "Maya do it. Mama do it. Aba do it. Grama do it."

pronounce spoon "shoom"

mix up your hebrew and english and tell us you love us by saying "I feffet you."

find all of the objects in the seek and find books faster than I can find them.

pretend play with your doll, Kathy, and cover her with a blanket then put her to bed.

tell me where it hurts when you get hurt.

put your arms around my neck and say, "squeeze!" then giggle when I squeeze you back.

love your father. You are such a daddy's girl.

love to play and laugh.

make me feel more joy than I ever imagined I could feel.

pet my 8 month pregnant belly and say, "Baby. Out!"

are the sweetest thing I've ever known.

help with the gardening by eating the dandelions.