(written 12/31/2008)
F is saying more and more in an increasingly word-type way. She still can’t walk, god bless her, but she is a good talker.
In order of appearance
(and to the best of my memory):
ticky ticky ticky (tickle tickle tickle)
a-mah (mama)
da-da (daddy)
bud-duh (brother)
ow (ear)
hi
huh-lo (hello)
boar (bear)
up (up)
bey-bah (baby)
bub-bah (bubble)
mo (more).
As I mentioned she doesn’t really walk on her own. Well, we didn’t think so anyway until a couple of days ago when K had a toy that she wanted back. He scooted away and she stood up, raised her fist in anger, and followed him. Step, step, step. She definitely took more steps than she usually does.
Ordinarily, she is walking toward someone and will take up to 5 steps and then dive for the person. Not really that safe, but she laughs and laughs.
She is a short gal with a shorter temper. Oh does she get MAD. Her tantrums are advanced, beyond her 15 months. She lays on her belly, face pressed into the floor and screams, then her body starts to do a worm-like movement. It’s hard not to laugh. When someone is holding her and she gets mad, she claws them or hits. I don’t laugh at that because it hurts. Lately she has been practicing her mad face frown. She used to make that concerned frown when she was a little baby, but hasn’t for a while. When she does it now, it’s even funnier. She would still prefer, always, to be with me. That is nice and all, but sometimes it would be nicer to have a break. If T tries to put her to bed, she screams like a siren. For a long time. Short gal, shorter temper.
Today she was feeding her little baby. She plays by herself more than K ever did. She puts the donuts on the pole, she stacks the cups and boxes. Lately she has really taken to books and reading. I didn’t read to her as much as I did to K, but recently she started bringing me books to read to her. Books she likes: Moo, Baa, La La La, that Hippo book, Pat the Bunny, some longer books too that I can’t recall right now.
She likes to hug and kiss. She blows kisses. She waves hello and goodbye. She makes funny faces and likes to bat her eyes and look away and tease tease tease people. She’s very good-natured. She loves her brother. She only recently started going to T without a fuss. Well, if it’s on her terms, ie her idea. If it’s my idea to hand her over, she kind of fusses (ie screams like a siren).
She’s been sleeping in her bed for large chunks of time, sometimes all night. She was recently sick (another post) with chicken pox and pneumonia so I feel that set us back a little as she slept with us during her internment. It’s very hard to not sleep with her. She’s so pretty. When she’s sleeping, her long lashes on her white skin, her rosebud mouth. She’s very pretty.
She likes to try on shoes. Tom and Carol gave her some moccasins for her birthday and though they are still too big, she tries to put them on everyday. Uh Uh Uh which means Help me.
She is 15 months and 12 days.
