Each night, as we "rock rock" (per your request), I stare at you in wonder thinking, how did I get so lucky? Then I look at you, pouring out of my arms, and ask, when did you get so big? It pains me to think that in six short months you will be two years old. The twos and threes are so much fun and definitely years to look forward to, but with you, my beautiful Ann Bennett, I'm hanging on tight to the baby days…to the here and now.
You feel hard.
You love hard.
And speaking of love, right now you love your "yayas" (lovies—all four of them), your "pa-pa" (paci—rarely leaves your mouth), vitamins (you cry at the refrigerator until I figure out what you're asking for), "bay-bays" (babies—you love your baby dolls, but real babies take the cake), your mommy (if I'm not holding you, you are at my feet crying to be held), coloring (the walls, especially), cartoons (you are far more mesmerized by them than Brooks was at this age), your coat (stands at the washing machine crying when I wash it), music, and dancing.
I think that music and dancing deserve their own paragraph. I joke with daddy and tell him that you are going to be a superstar one day. The next Britney Spears, maybe? Oh, Lord. Please no. You can recite every song and nursery rhyme known to man. You literally fall asleep singing and wake up singing every. single. night and day. If we are in a store or restaurant with faint music playing in the background you feel the beat and start dancing. Music is your life…and you're only a year and a half old!
Our little lady is really developing in the speech department. She can repeat (and sing) the ABCs and count to five. She thinks that all kitty cats are named Coco, she says "car" like she's from Jersey, and has been known to chant, "pa-eee, pa-eee, pa-eee" (potty, that is).
She fully grasps the concept of no. She shakes her head yes or no when we ask her a question. When Brooks yanks a toy out of her hand, she shouts, "nooooo!" And when mommy or daddy tells her no, she either looks down and plays with her hands, starts to quiver her lips, or hysterically cries. Typically, it's the latter. She is extremely independent. Sometimes to a fault. Like when you fell down the stairs, recently. Heaven forbid someone hold your hand!
Little bit loves to eat. She's most content on a full belly. She has mastered the fork. She isn't afraid to ask for "mo" (more) or tell us when she is "ah done" by ripping off her bib or pushing the plate off of her placemat. She loves to sit on the barstool and eat at the island or pulled up to the table in her highchair sans tray. It won't be long until we say goodbye to the high chair all together. If brother doesn't sit in a high chair, Sis doesn't want to sit in one. She is his little shadow, always within arms reach, copying everything that he says or does.
AB has 12 teeth total; top four, bottom four, and four molars. She has been a bit fussy this past month, and I'm sure it has something to do with all these teeth she's been sprouting.
She is an early riser, like her daddy and brother. We put her down around 7:30 every night and she is up singing, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, between 6:00 and 6:30 every morning. She is, however, a good napper. She naps between 2 and 3 hours every day. I'll take it!
My darling, Ann Bennett, I love your sweet kisses, snuggles, and your mischievous grin. I cherish our mornings together when Brooks is at school. You absolutely love having mommy all to yourself. I see that sweet personality shine and am able to breathe you in. All of you. Life sure is crazy crazier with you in it, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. You make our lives so much richer, more gratifying, more meaningful, abounding with love and laughter. Goodness, I love you. And always will. Happy 18 months, AB baby!
No comments:
Post a Comment