Our busy little Bea turns 11 months old today!
It is hard to believe this is the last month of her first year and her first birthday is just around the corner. On the other hand, it feels as though her birth occurred a few lifetimes ago as there has been so, so much this year has brought us. When I think about what our life looked like this time last year, so much has changed: job, house, city, pets, not to mention number of children. Thankfully God saw fit to give us two delightful children, and one of those being a particularly dreamy angel baby that has rolled right along with all of the changes.
To say Bea is busy is an understatement. I’ll be honest: we never had to do much child proofing with MG and a simple, “No” would deter her from getting into most dangers. Bea, like a true youngest child, laughs in my face when I tell her no and returns to the problem over and over and over. I am so thankful for MG in this season especially because if I need to turn my back on the girls for a second, MG alerts me to any of Bea’s shenanigans.
One of the first sweet platitudes someone told me when they found out I was having a girl (with MG) was, “you will have a little mommy to help you raise the next one.”. For some reason, I clung to this sentiment and have never forgotten it. Propehtic for us as MG has never been anything but nurturing to her younger sis.
I think all parents can agree: some of the best milestones come at the tail end of the first year. Sweeter perhaps, because you have to wait so long to experience them. Bea is now responding to cues like, “SO big!”, “Yay!”, and repeating a few words and hand motions. She also spends 90% of her awake hours on her feet and unofficially took her first step this last week…although it has yet to be repeated.
Bea prefers to feed herself and has mastered the sippy cup with ease….head tilted back, arms raised, gulps loud enough for all to hear. She’s still a bit picky when it comes to food but not when it comes to findings on the floor. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fished wood chips, carpet fuzz, and paper out of her mouth.
After four months of night waking relapse, I am finally becoming reacquainted with my bed again. She has also refused my requests to rock her to sleep but that means I’ve been given back some time in my evenings. She is surely growing up. I do so miss my baby though…
One month left, sweet Bea! Let’s see it out with a bang!