Friday, March 7, 2014

at sixteen months...

little maeve.  the photo above might just be one of my favorites.  i came into your room downstairs (which i can't actually bring myself to move you into) and you had climbed in the basket next to your bookshelf.  you looked over at me and just smiled.  oh sweet thing, i could cuddle those cheeks and sweet eyes forever.  

at sixteen months you know and understand so much.  dad and i look at each other so many times a day in disbelief when we say something and you do it, understand, and respond.  my favorite this month was when i told you to tickle dad's toes.  you marched across the room, leaned over, tickled his feet, and giggled.  the newest word you've learned is backpack...or packpack as you say...
we went out to flatbread and met uncle evan and shawna.  you were a wiggly lady...
but i got a few snuggles in despite the wiggles...
we play lots in your room.  you love it up there.  i think you are happiest in your book nook, climbing around on your pillows and reading books.  i haven't switched rooms yet for you because it is hard to imagine that not being your room.  you just seem so happy up there.  you love rocking in your chair... 
playing with your dinosaur puzzle...
placing your baby in precarious situations...
being a nudist...
looking adorable post-bath...
and playing with your baby and her new bed (thanks, nana!)...
at sixteen months the only thing you let us feed you is yogurt, sometimes.  otherwise, you are in charge at the bar...

yum...
cottage cheese by the handful...
 
taste testing and chopping veggies while i chopped, too...
 
and occasionally the foot ends up on the table.  not often, but sometimes...

you are so playful.  cruising on your train... 

building a tower with bales of diapers...
rocking in the sun...
 
rolling around in a bunch of hand-me-downs while i sorted things...

walking all over the place...
and getting ready for pajama day at school...

at sixteen months you had a terrible fever.  we were home alone while dad was on a work trip and you were so sick.  it was heartbreaking.  we went to the urgent care clinic and you hated it.  i haven't ever heard you cry that hard.  the next day we went to your pediatrician and you rocked this awesome outfit...
at sixteen months, you've learned how to poop in the tub.  oh dear, why?...
i usually go shopping by myself, but you came with me a few times this month.  you got your cheese and held on tight.  and look at that little face...
 and we packed you in really tight at trader joe's...
at sixteen months you are very interested in climbing into boxes and bins...
and you are always so proud when you get settled in...
we've had quite the winter, but we've taken lots of walks with dad and hobbes...
you are the queen of the streets, with hobbes as the king...
all bundled up and ready to go...
sitting in the chair waiting to get out there...
 and cruising with dad...
 brrr, we look cold, but happy...
and this just seems like us.  look at you in those sneaks...
 
miss maeve, you love books so much.  you climb into my lap, which is shrinking by the minute, and we  read, flip pages, and babble back and forth.  i'm just in awe of all that you are learning.  my favorite thing about when i pick you up at daycare is when i peek in the window and get to watch you without you knowing that i'm there...and then you spot me and i can watch the recognition take over.  you love your visits from jo...she's one of your favorites!  you are fascinated by all things elephant.  you love watching dad make his morning coffee...you get very quiet and then whisper the word hot.  you love raspberries.  

little one you and i had such a wonderful birth experience.  it is hard to imagine going through labor again.  it's hard to imagine someone as little as you once were.  i just washed all the newborn clothes and it was hard to go through the box without remembering you in certain pieces and also wondering how you were ever that small.  we have our hospital bag packed and we plan to bring home your sibling in the same thing we brought you home in.  sigh.  by the next time i write you, life will be different.  you will be a big sister.  who is this being that is so lucky to get YOU as their big sister? i can't wait to see what you think.  may i be so blessed to have another baby that has traits like you...sweet, kind, happy, and so damn smiley.  

big hugs to my little sixteen month old.  xo.

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