On Thursday you turned eighteen months.
I have struggled to write this post because everyone (including you) has been sick this week and it has been a blur of night wakings and coughing and rubbing Vick's on chests. But I know if I don't get this down it will only get harder and harder to do.
So here goes...
Since your first birthday you have quickly leapt from crawling baby with a few little curls behind her ears to walking, running, dancing, "hopping" crazy little girl with wildly bouncing blonde mane who has a daily increasing vocabulary.
You have quite a few more words than your brother did at this point, which has been super fun! You say words like "bummer" "hop-hop" "juice" "up" "done" "dog" and are awesome at repeating things.
I still consider you a fairly "easy" baby (which, of course, is all relative. My "hard" might be another person's "easy" or vice versa) but you have started to have some "pre-terrible twos meltdowns." Girl, your meltdowns are a considerably more dramatic than your brother's ever were. If you are told "no" (even in a quiet and patient tone) you shriek in the highest pitch I've ever heard, crumble to the floor in a "child's pose" (we speak in yoga often in our house) and many times will try to bang your little blonde head into the floor (which I gently prevent while rubbing your back.) You have also hit me in the face and pulled my hair when mad...which I am not a huge fan of.
You do funny things like sit on Cormac's toilet (clothed) and yell "POT!" and then go through the motions of brother's bathroom routine. I have to prevent you from flushing the toilet a million times. Does this mean you will potty train early? Boy, wouldn't that be lovely!
You are still a really, really good eater, favoring fruit over any other food. You are in the 30th percentile for height, and 80th for weight. The doc said at some point soon you will become a pickier eater and have a growth spurt...so I am going to enjoy your chunk while I can.
|please nola, always eat your cake with gusto!!!|
Still a great sleeper. So, so, so easy to put down for naps and bedtime. Now you like to have a pillow and be tucked in with your blankie like a big girl. You always ends up back on your tummy though, per usual, sprawled out and breathing noisily. You sleep just like your Dada...while Cormac sleeps peacefully on his back, completely silent, like Mama.
You started walking just before turning 14 months old. You are now my little dancer who twirls and moves happily to any music you like. There are even songs I will sing that you will hum and bob your head and try to sing along with.
You fold your hands to pray at mealtime prayers, and even say some of the words...which melts me, of course.
|mama's helper always!|
|just started walking - still tentative!|
|loooooves to swing!|
|with great grandpa - she's a total cuddler|
|sometimes a wide stance is necessary.|
|snuggles from her pop-pop|
|jumping on beds and wrestling with her brother are a couple of her favorite activities.|
|I promise she usually wears pants.|
|swingin' with grampa|
|getting dirty does not bother her.|
|mostly a mama's girl...but definitely loves her some dada, too!|
|that smile is how I'll always remember her at this age|
|"Hold hands with you? Not so sure about that..."|
|white tights never a great idea with this one. does not fit our lifestyle.|
|annoyed...probably due to the forced family photos.|
|"Fine mom. I'll wear this flower costume. But I won't like it."|
|probably a sugar meltdown. just sayin'.|
|my little poofy snow angel|
|you can't see it but she is carrying a walking stick. a future outdoorswoman, I'm sure!|
|so we both look a little frazzled here -- but this is our mama/daughter reality.|
I love you, little girl!