Seventeen. Full of ups and downs. Ups: becoming more dextrous everyday. The booty dance that makes me wonder about ever sending her to prom. The “Blind Bartemaus” <<insert MG closing her eyes and walking around the house, often running into/tripping over furniture. Hilarious (no babies have been injured).>> Learning to go down the stairs on her bottom. Even better when she sits down about 3 feet from the top stair expecting to start there. The resurgence of the hello/goodbye wave. Even better when it comes without prompting. The new communication skills she seems to acquire overnight. “We need to wash our hands” <>. “We need to go upstairs/put on shoes/go outside/go to the car”. <>. It amazes me how little she says, yet how much she understands. The new ways in which she mimics us: pretend drinking from Mommy’s tea cup, pretend rubbing on lotion, pretend washing hair, pretend wrapping baby up in Mama’s nightgown. Oh how she loves those babies. When I peek in on her in her crib, she’s hugging them to her chest, patting their little backs, jabbering some secret little language to them. The dishwasher-helper-extraordinaire:
The sympathy cough. The newfound love of milk. The affectionately nicknamed “No Shimmy”:
Actually, some days that’s an up and other days (when it seems to be the only thing she wants to do) it’s a major down. Other downs: Not wanting to obey. And sometimes it comes to a major battle. Not being able to play independently some days and therefore not giving Mama a break. The week of not napping. Please tell me it’s normal for a 1 year old to give up her nap. Yeah, didn’t think so. The one year molars. The new picky-picky eater. Me losing my temper on more than one occasion and having to apologize. Some days it comes down to a battle of wills. Other days it feels like a miraculous striving of spirits all working together for the same great cause. But I guess that’s what you get when you combine a headstrong Mama with a heartstrong Dadda: An extra-strong little being coming to us in the body of a little girl.
We love you through your ups and downs, little girl. Love us back the same, k?