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The good news is that A's fever broke last night! The bad news is that it was at midnight which meant that she ended up spending the night in our bed. I think we might have Pele on our hands because she kicked the bejesus out of *both* John and I last night.

This morning, you could tell that she was feeling much much better because she was up bright and early at 7 this morning, running around as John and I tried to get a precious few more minutes of sleep. She has learned how to open our bedroom door, which is bad because she kept trying to make a break for E's room to wake her up. She also had tons of fun with a bouncy rubber ball on our tiled bathroom floor.

I was lying there, waiting for John to get out of the shower when I felt someone watching me. I opened my eyes to see A standing within an inch of my face.

"BAH" she yelled and showed me her ball.
"That's right, A! Ball," I grumbled. "Go show Daddy what you have."
"Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah!" she shouted as she ran to tell him.

It's hard to believe that A will be 18 months old in less than 2 weeks. I read somewhere that 18 months is when kids generally have a language explosion. E certainly did, and it appears that A is ready to do the same. In addition to ball this morning, she loves to repeat anything and everything you ask her to. And she names a lot of objects...the trick is to figure out what the heck she is saying. Nah-ki at the dinner table? Napkin. Da-de-di while pointing at herself? Her name.

It's such an exciting and fun time. I'm *so* not a baby person...but give me an 18-month-old any day of the week! Even one that keeps you up at night by kicking you.