Juliet,
As soon as I wrote that last post about our wonderful night, you embarked on about 2 weeks of sleep troubles. Something comes to mind about counting chickens....
But we are on the other, sleeping, end of that disaster. And it has been sweet. There are several times recently where you rise from tossing and turning at night to point at your crib. And when I lay you down there, you snuggle in there and say "nigh night" in your sweet little voice. Though you often can't sleep well there either. But you try. (Probably teething.) And many nights recently, you've also snuggled in to your crib at the start of the night without tears, without anguish.... with peace. I am so glad. You still wake up in the middle of the night and I bring you in to bed though. I don't mind - it works for us.
You have been finding that sweet little voice more and more. You say all sorts of things. I remember cuddling you one of those restless nights where you worked out the way to say "one, two." Slowly, methodically, you sounded them out, "Won, Tu," to yourself. Turns out Dada taught you that that day. You actually seem to say this excitedly every time you see two of something. Can you really understand that there are 2 of something? Or am I just giving you too much credit? You love cats and will announce them, whether your stuffed ones or real ones. "Caz!" Often you just MEW instead. We've been playing with a little white kitten stuffed animal in the car recently. We meow really loud back and forth. And then one day you made the kitten dance to music in the car and I started saying "Go Kitty, Go Kitty, Go Kitty." And you think it is the best. I can't quite understand why, but it makes me feel like the funniest person on the planet. Do all moms feel that way? Especially when they are in the middle of major accomplishments like getting their little ones to laugh.
What could be sweeter?
You've also started making the shh finger and every time you do it, you say "B!" (Your nickname for your cousin Ben). So we say, "Ben is sleeping, shhhhh." Also, I cut my finger and you kept pointing at my "owie" and trying to kiss it. You also say "eis" for eggs, "wawa" for water (you've been up to this for a while), "blue," "Ello" (Othello is the name of one of the Morris' cats), "pee pee" and "poop poop" (we are preparing to potty train), "ball," "pants," "apple," "nana" (for banana), "lamby" (for your stuffed lamb). You say "Poppy" (your grandpa on your dad's side) a lot. The standards still apply: mama, dada, uh oh, all done, and no.
The no has started being accompanied by what we are referring to as the "stink eye." It is this repulsed, thoroughly-unhappy look you have been working on where your eyebrows squish down and in, your eyes narrow and you seem to peer out the sides. That's the best way I can think to describe it. But the message is clear.
You met the Easter Bunny at my work! You seemed agreeable enough. You gave the Bunny five. You waved a lot. You offered the bunny an animal cracker completely unprovoked. But when I tried to sit you on its lap, you tried to pull your legs up to your chest. You were not having it. After some more waving and the exchange of pieces of trash, you were content to sit on its lap for a few pics. But it was just fun to see your response.
You and Daddy and Mommy have had some great outdoor excursions. In the woods by Mommy's work, you watched the dogs in the dog park delightedly and Dada taught you to throw rocks in the stream. You now LOVE doing this. We all went to Robin's park and you seemed to really like rides on Dada's shoulders. Oh, I nearly forgot something something else you say a lot. Recently you will come to our feet, grab a pant leg or two, and chirp "up" in an adorable little voice. It is precious. But you also seem to say "up" in situations like the one above, where you are on dada's shoulders, and we're pretty sure you mean down. Also, "all done" is always accompanied by more eating. It is confusing. Maybe I will ask you about this when you get a little bigger. If so, I'll record it here.
At your 18 month appointment today, the doctor said you are saying a lot more words then average. I didn't know what average is, but writing this post, I'm apt to believe it.
You also are pretty sure on your feet, and growing bigger every day. You are enjoying playing with the neighbor kids. It is fun to see you traipsing around with the "big kids" and a joy to see you all interact with each other. Twice a month we carpool with Mommy's friend Amy and her daughter Zoey (who's 2.5) to NMAC functions. And Zoey just loves you. It is so cute. The last time they dropped us off she asked for a kiss from you, which you gladly provided. I just really like seeing other people interact with you. And kids are so funny, so frank with each other.
As for big, the other day you went to the edge of the bed, laid on your tummy (Oh, I almost forgot about tummy! You also show people your tummy and love pointing out your belly button and mama's belly button.), and started lowering your feet off the bed like you normally do until they touch the floor. And then you stopped. I figured you had hit a box and were perched precariously on it. But then you amazed me. You turned and you walked away. You weren't standing on a box, you were able to see over the top of the bed now! You're getting taller; You're growing up.
All my love,
Mama
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