This little Baby Love is fifteen months, as of yesterday.
N and I remark all the time how “human” she is becoming. She and MG actually play and laugh together. She has verbal cues for “food” and “more” (often combined) and when she sees something she’s not supposed to do (like touch the hot stove), she shakes her head “no” as if to preempt us (that doesn’t always stop her from doing it though!)
No major milestones this month. Just working more on communicating and moving. She taught herself how to go down the stairs and I think, I THINK we may be at the end of our time with the dreaded baby gate.
For the first time ever, EVER, I am warming to the idea of two children. As in two children, period. Holding a baby makes me want to make and hold babies forever. Chasing a walking, non-talking toddler is a 24-7 job and makes me want to see her through to independence. For the longest time I didn’t understand it, but now I can totally see why people stop at 2. A year from now I will have two little ones who will play together, who I can turn them loose in the backyard and let them run while I sit idly by, who will think and nap and eat independently. In just one year. I mean, the light is at the end of the tunnel. Why revert now?
But then I think about how much I love babies and how making and holding babies has been one of the most magical and ethereal (yes both) parts of my life. And it is done. Poof. Vanished. To think it has felt as fast as the snap of the fingers and that is it.
How can that be it? Clearly I am still waffling :).
But to end on a more grounded note: Ladies and gentlemen, she can now feed herself! As long as we keep the servings full and preside with a careful eye, we can now set a plate of food in front of Bea and watch her enjoy. It is SO FREEING. I am actually tasting my dinner again.
Like I said, LIGHT.