Well kid, you've just turned 18 months old and no matter how hard I try there's no way I can call you a baby anymore. I'm gutted.
Cuddles are now only before bed (when you love to sit on my lap and look through your books) and what mummy wants has given way to what mummy wants, then what you want, followed usually by a compromise.
Even though you're no longer a baby though, there are many upsides.
If you're reading this as a teen you might like to know that you are a very amusing toddler.
You laugh a lot and talk a lot and you favourite things in the whole world are your books, which you like to 'read' by shouting: "Moo" to the cows, "Baaa" to the sheep and so on through all the animals (you even so a kind of snotty snort to the pigs.)
Your grandparents are overjoyed that you can now shout Nanny and Pop!
And your favourite place in thew world is the cowshed at the top of the lane opposite our house.
As of the last few days you have also started calling "MUMMMY" whe you are upset and I must say it's still pretty cute even if it is at 4am!