Carissa turns 14 months old this weekend. She is growing so much in size and personality. I feel like once she hit one, her personality started to soar.

When she’s happy she giggles and wiggles and dances on her tippy toes (John says she gets that from me). She’s a lot more vocal (read: LOUD) than Wes was at her age; sometimes I think she whines too much. But like Wes, she gets into everything. Her favorite activity involves emptying drawers (which she often does in partnership with her brother). She has three teeth on the bottom, four on top, and is getting some molars (oh, boy!). She is very ticklish and likes it when I do “Five Little Piggies” on her toes (which ends with a healthy dose of tickles). Wes also likes to do “Piggies” on Carissa’s toes. His version goes like this: “Pig, home, pig, home, pig, WEE-WEE-WEE-WEE-WEE” as he tickles her like crazy.

I can definitely see John in her, but–and I’m a little sorry for her–I think she’s starting to look more and more like me, especially like me as a little girl.

Then again, not a day goes by when I don’t look at her and think, “She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” so maybe that’s not a bad thing after all.