This baby girl is turning one in a week! So I'd better post a few 11 month pictures; I suppose it's now or never. And can the internet live without these images? I think not.
I mean, really.
This time last year, I was walking circles around the neighborhood and doing yard work, trying desperately to put myself into labor so I wouldn't need to be induced.
Now I have a busy little girl, crawling everywhere, cruising from one piece of furniture to another, standing unsupported for at least fifteen seconds at a time when she wants to, and walking if an obliging person will give her some hands to hold on to.
Her expertise includes emptying all the kitchen cupboards she can reach in a minute or less, seizing the most delicate hairs at the nape of my neck and pulling hard, and splashing enough to create small tidal waves in the bath. She stands up in her high chair and the bathtub 7,000 times a day despite repeated admonitions, but understands the word "danger" and avoids steps, bedside edges, and lunging off of couches.
She adores her Aunt Hannah and Uncle Andrew, but lately seems to prefer Uncle Andrew above others -- including above Mama, at times! She makes a beeline for people she loves, crawling fast or lunging out of my arms if I'm holding her. She also tries to fling herself out of my arms to get down on the ground when she wants to be on the move, particularly when we go outside, an activity which makes her all smiles.
Three top teeth and one bottom tooth, she demolishes eggs and yogurt and strawberries and peas and green beans and applesauce and all manner of other delectable items.
I call her "Goofy Girl," because those top teeth came in first, and, well, two prominent top teeth... need I say more?
Uncle Andrew calls her "Fluff," because she's so downright fluffy and squishable.
She's using the potty pretty reliably, happy to hold and shred a small square of toilet paper while she sits for a moment, and my diaper pail is happy to be filled mostly with just slightly wet diapers. We often put the same diaper on and off of her throughout the better part of a day, if she's staying dry. And no poopy diapers?! Elimination Communication for the win!
People tell me she looks like me! I think it's the double chin.
She has a word that's really two words: "All Done!" She says it reliably and repeatably: "Ahh duhh!" Used in the context of eating or of using the potty. Sweetest little voice. And then she lunges off the potty into my arms, or tries to climb out of her chair, because she is a daredevil. She also says "Mama" on rare occasion, and "Dada" quite frequently, but we aren't sure she uses either of those specifically or not. Since she says the latter so much more than the former, it's probably meaningless drivel, obviously.
Oh Ree, my baby! You're going to be a genuine certifiable toddler any day now, I think. And warmer weather has finally arrived. We're going to have a delightful summer, I think, you and your sister and your Dad and I. But before summer, let's have a birthday party, shall we, sweet girl? We love you!