You will be 15 months old this weekend. In the last three months, you have changed from a little baby, to a toddler. I am trying not to be sad about that, but I get a little nostalgic, and even lonely when you are so self-sustaining and independent (and destructive...let's not forget that one).
Just a few days after your birthday, you started walking. One day just a few steps, and by the end of the week, a full-speed run! You haven't looked back. Your refuse to hold my hand or even walk in the same direction as me. You blaze your own trail. I try to find places where I can turn you loose, and let you run without me having to reel you in or change your direction. Sometimes, I think, you should just get to be the wild woman that you are.
We are all wondering how you developed such a funny sense of humor already. You certainly don't act like a typical firstborn child. You spin in circles and wiggle your head really fast because you like to
feel dizzy. You also have a silly laugh that sounds like a growl! You are saying several words now. Hey. Hi. Bye-Bye. Mama. Dada. Vrrroooom. (for a Car) Bella, Night-Night, What's That? Ball and most recently "BOOM!". And when you don't know what to say, you just keep saying "Hi" and waving.
You are very smart already. You love to play with your stacking cups, puzzles and even big legos. You love your babies and frequently bring them to the kitchen table and put them in the chairs so they can have a snack. Anytime music comes on, even if just a commercial, you break out your best dance moves complete with head bobbling, clapping and feet tapping. You've even been known to throw yourself on the floor and spin. Isn't that considered break dancing? You can also climb up and down the stairs now! Yay!
We've spent a lot of time at the pool this summer. You are pretty good at sitting back and relaxing in your float, but you don't like to put your face in too much. I'm sure next summer you'll catch on to the whole, close your mouth and hold your breath underwater thing.
I'm lucky that you love to hug and you give lots of kisses-- slobbery puckers right on the lips. Just remember, those aren't for boys anytime soon!
Bella the Boxer is still your favorite toy. And even though you try to gouge out her eyes, she just shakes it off and lets you lay on her and steal her bed. And when someone enters the house, uninvited or unannounced (if I holler 'come in' instead of going to open the door and invite them in), even if Bella knows them well, she will block the pathway and bark loud and nonstop to protect us from this supposed intruder! And, I think you are her favorite toy too!
I thank God every time I think of you, sweet girl, and for every minute I spend with you, I'm blessed.
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