The other morning I came downstairs (after your Dad let me sleep in a bit — take note of such things) to find you puttering around with your toys. You looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Hi, baby!”
That pretty much encapsulates how you are lately: totally and completely adorable.
That’s not to say that you don’t, um, challenge us from time to time. The biggest issue in my mind has to do with food. I pray every day that soon you’ll realize that man cannot live on bananas (now called “mimis”) and pretzels (“pabas”) alone. Occasionally you’ll eat a sandwich or a few bites of eggs or applesauce, but that’s about it at this point. Luckily you still like smoothies, so I cram as much stuff into those that I can.
You had your 15 month check up a couple weeks ago (I waited a bit to take you in since you were recovering from The Ear Infection Of Pain and Woe). I’m a horrible mother and don’t remember at all how tall you are or how much you weigh, but I do remember that the doctor said you are finally on the curve! No more 90th percentile for you! Yup, you’re turning out to be quite the average-sized kid – except for the cheeks. I really think people perceive you as chubbier than you actually are because of those chubbers (and, let’s be honest, the fact that you have a HUGE melon).
The doctor pointed out that you’re very verbal for your age. You’ve got all kinds of words these days: mama, dada, dog, car, key, bowl, ball, Tess (a friend from church), book, Nona (as in “Strega Nona”), cracker (sort of), please, thank you, not to mention your repertoire of animal sounds, both of the barnyard and safari persuasion.
Until recently, you had been letting us know when you needed something by emitting quite the unpleasant sound. It went a little something like this…
In an effort to save our ears (and sanity), I taught you to say, “Help, Mama.” You’ve turned that into “HAHma!” And you say it to everyone. All day. Every day. Oh well, it’s better than whining.
You’ve also very recently (as in last weekend) learned how to use the word “no.” I’m not going to lie, it’s cute sometimes, particularly when you say it to the dogs, but let’s not repeat Monday morning’s incident of looking at me, shouting “NO!” and hurling your sippy cup across the table, hmmmmmm?
But overall, you really are delightful. You talk, laugh, and hug more than ever. We can play with you now instead of at you or near you, which is just kind of how it goes with babies at first. Anything involving peek-a-boo or tackling usually goes over well with you.
You definitely have favorite activities such as sitting on things, closing the dishwasher, kissing the dogs, messing up people’s hair, looking at books while babbling in a high-pitched voice, and eating off of plates. What can I say? You’re easy to please.
I think I’ll keep you.