Right now I’m sitting in our upstairs landing, typing this. It’s the same chair that I used to nurse and rock her to sleep in, every night. I have to chuckle because at this stage, it’s hard to even imagine her sitting on my lap for any length of time.
In just three weeks, she will officially turn 2.
It’s hard to believe it but in 2015, our house will be free of diapers and pacis, maybe even cribs (not for good, hopefully, but for now).
The memories of newborn Bea seems hazy and a little golden. A very sweet time in my life, full of God’s promises and feeling particularly close to Him. And two moves later, it is getting harder and harder to remember specific memories, just feelings.
In the last two-three months, I’ve noticed some big changes in Bea. She is starting to become a more fluid talker, adding in a few new words each day. And MAJOR–she now calls me “Mommy” (we skipped right over “Mama”!). I don’t know why it takes my girls so long to address me (MG was closer to 20 months, Bea 22), but it never fails to feel completely wonderful and validating when it does come.
Her talking at first came on her own terms. Now she is starting to repeat words after us, if we ask. Also answering questions like, “how old are you?” and “what do you want to sleep with?” (“puppy”) are the new norm.
Our relationship has grown by leaps and bounds now that we can communicate. It is so lovely to have two little beings that can retrieve items and follow simple commands. I feel like I am heaving a big sigh of relief after the past year of being completely necessary for every waking minute.
Now that the weather has turned, we’ve been stretching our winter-atrophied muscles outside as much as much as possible. That experience is also night and day different than last year. She plays, rather than wandering around. She stays near by, rather than wandering around. And if she does take a notion to wander, she gauges me first to see if she is within bounds. What a huge difference this makes!
One thing that hasn’t changed…she is still just as yummy as she has always been. Her full cheeks are nearly edible, her skin is just so soft, and she really cares for physical affection in a way that MG doesn’t.
Something that still blows my mind is comparing the two girls and where they are, developmentally, right now. MG is picking up extensive vocabulary at a rapid pace, following along in the rabbit trails of our “adult” conversation, and learning new concepts everyday. To think she has really only been talking since she was Bea’s age–two and a half years ago–that is amazing. Double Bea’s age and she will be there very soon too. Oh how they grow, Mamas. This is nothing to sneer about.