Our little girl has been with us for a year and a half now! It’s amazing how quickly time has passed, and how distant the early days seem. It feels like there’s something new she’s doing that I’m marveling at every day, and although there are of course ups and downs, we are having a blast. It seemed like a good time for an update!
M is, in my unscientific opinion, tall but lean. She has remained around the same weight for months, hovering at about 23 or 24 lbs. She’s growing up, but not out. I’m not worried about it because the girl can definitely eat. I don’t have official stats because, of course, I am super behind on making her well baby visit appointment. Whoops.
I call her Monkey, and I know she gets that at daycare, too. Why? Because she climbs on anything she can. We also call her Baby, which is either because she calls herself Baby, or vice versa, I can’t tell.
She is… opinionated. She’ll let you know if she does or does not like something, without hesitation. She’s determined, too, and not one for distraction or negotiation. In fact, she’s conniving when she wants to be — one of her newest tricks is to pull a chair up to where she knows the treats are kept, and she recently taught our house guests how to respond to the word ‘licorice.’
She’s sweet and caring, most of the time, but gives into the temptation to pull a cat tail or two every so often. She takes care of her baby dolls and her stuffed animals, and is showing the first steps toward an active imagination. Yesterday she was pouring fake juice into a fake cup for me, and when I told her I needed pepper for our dinner she rummaged through her stuff until she produced a plastic green pepper which she brought to me gleefully.
M is a quick learner — she picks up words with ease and is actually quite adept at communicating. She’s been stringing two words together for a few months now, and her sense of humour is really something to behold. She has some awesome dance moves, colours, uses stickers, and loves to sing. She stacks blocks, digs, reads to herself, and feeds herself with her utensils.
Patchy, to be honest. When she was solidly in daycare and had been for two months, she was on a decent schedule — up between 6 and 7, a two-hour nap at daycare, and asleep by 7-ish in the evening without nighttime wake-ups. Now that Matt is in and out of shifts and she’s scattered between daycare and home, with guests and travel and all kinds of excitement, her sleep is incredibly varied so we’re all a little tired.
Everything. Everything! She really loves pasta, yogurt, and any type of sweets. If she eats junky food she refuses to eat vegetables — or eat anything sometimes — in the evening, though. Fruit snacks are another favourite, and she does this thing where she tells us she wants crackers until we open the cabinet and she sees “baby ‘acks!”
I thought she was maybe done nursing, because she went for a three-day stretch with nothing at all while my Mom and Eric were here. But she started asking again, and now she’s back at it numerous times a day. I have no problem with extended nursing but really preferred the once-a-day before bed routine, so I’m not sure where to go from here.
She’s in 12-18 months, 18-24 months, and the 2T stuff my mom brought fits too and is actually better, length-wise. I’m just weeding things out as they stop fitting instead of abiding by sizing, these days. She loves shoes, especially her rain boots, and hats, and is trying very hard to dress herself.
Elmo. Oh how she loves Elmo. Playing outside, especially with bubbles and water. Slides. Any and all treats (she can recognize a Tim Hortons bag from a mile away). Animals of all kinds, especially horses. Colouring, particularly with markers. Music of all kinds, including her toys that make music, and definitely reading. Running around naked after a bath. Tickling people. There’s not a lot that she doesn’t love!
Diaper changes, on occasion. Having to go inside, having to leave the beach, having to say goodbye to the horses at the stable… you get the idea.
Mom & Dad:
I think we are mostly used to this whole parenting thing, although it’s still a struggle to get enough sleep, enough time to be just us, and enough time to feel like we’re actually on top of anything instead of just meeting the bare minimums, sometimes. When the house is clean and we have time to hang out and everyone is happy it’s nice, but it’s hard to hit all of that at once, you know? I think that’s just part of the life stage we’re in, though.
Every day you are more and more of a big girl — you want to do things yourself, in your own way, with nothing from us but a watchful eye and applause when you do something spectacular. We’re glad to cheer you on, whether you succeed or fail, because if there’s one thing I know for sure it’s that you will always keep trying and ultimately achieve whatever it is you’ve set out to do.
You’re a charmer, too. Everywhere we go people admire you, talk to you, and engage with you, and you’re happy to chat away, share smiles, and be everyone’s friend. I’m glad you’re so happy and I hope you keep that wonderful grin for a long time to come. You throw yourself into everything with such exuberance.
When I used to imagine you, before you were born, I only thought about tiny baby M, nestled in our arms. You’re slowly growing past that, now, into a person who I could never have pictured, because you are beyond anything we ever dreamed. We’re so lucky to have you.
I love you, always.