Camille will be exactly 19 months old tomorrow. She's officially not a baby anymore. It's all toddler now in our world. She "talks" all the time. If you want her to say anything in particular though, you better tell Caroline to ask her to say it. If I ask her to say something, it's a 50/50 shot that she'll repeat it. If Caroline asks her to say it, without fail she repeats anything and everything. Some of her favorite words are "me," "no," "eye-ew" (I love you), "muah" (kiss), "appuh" (apple), "moe" (more). And her voice has a truly uncanny similarity to Charlotte's. Her laugh is loud and infectious. Her belly is huge and just invites tickles. Her mischievous nature is coming out of the shadows. Her independence is coming out loud and proud. Her love for books, songs, and playing dress-up are precious reminders that no matter their numerous differences, my three girls share so much in common. Her sweetness is still central to who she is; hugs and kisses, snuggles, are treats to anyone close to her. And her curls? They still melt my heart.