17.) Emmy's new phrase de jour, "Night, night." (Pronounced "nigh, nigh.") I can say with 100% certainty that there is nothing in this world more precious than laying my sweet 17 month old in her bed at night and having her look up at me with those big, beautiful, sleepy, blue eyes and saying:
Me: Yes, Emmy?
Emmy: Nigh, nigh.
Me: Night, night, baby. I love you. (All as my heart melts and puddles around my feet. I just leave
it in there on the floor and slip out. I don't want to ruin the mood collecting my heart mush off of the
floor. I'll get it in the morning when she wakes up.)