Tuesday, September 20, 2016
To my darling Plum...at thirteen months.
You weigh 21 lbs and are 30 3/4 in tall! Your head is in something like the 96th percentile...which I attribute to you being super smart...even though I have a tiny peanut head. But hey! (I forget my point here and now I'm just super self conscious about my tiny head)
You have eight teeth! Six on the top and two on the bottom.
You give the best hello's. You wave your little hand and in that oh so sweet little voice of yours say, "Hiiiiiiii."
You say, "Ow!" pretty dramatically whenever you are hurt.
You are such a daddy's girl. You could be nursing and when Dada walks in and you hear him, you jump up and say, "Dada!" and go run to him. Yes! that's right. You are literally running. You are so quick. Or maybe it's a fast paced swagger...with your bow-leggedness.
I get this distinct feeling like you will be my wild child. You do what you want and when anyone tries to stop you...for fear of you hurting yourself...you give them the dirtiest look. And we will all be sitting down and eating and all of a sudden you will just jump in your little chair which is attached to the table and wiggle your arms in the air and scream and we pick up our drinks so they don't spill and you just laugh and then your sister joins in on the ruckus and for whatever reason, I think it's cute and pretty funny, though I try not to laugh at things which aren't mannerly.
You flip though books and "read" aloud, making all sorts of sounds and it might just be the cutest thing I have ever seen.
You also mimic your sister in pretend play. You take a little stuffed creature or princess and walk up to the little side table and have them walk about, talking up a storm the whole time. This is pretty adorable, too, I have to admit.
Oh, Stella! The way you lean your head against ours and look deep into our eyes or the way you give Eskimo kisses while grinning ear to ear or the way you hug my leg so tightly when Greta is playing tag with you...these are those very special moments which make me want to bottle you up like this and carry you with me forever and ever. One...it's a good age.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
To my darling Greta...at three years and one month.
You are such a prolific artist...churning out something new everyday. You love to draw, my dear...you even managed to draw on some furniture this month. Your most treasured gift from your birthday was a drawing pad and watercolor crayons from your great aunt. "Dis is the best pwesent ever!"
You insist on scooting everywhere. It takes us FOREVER to go anywhere...especially when you fall off the thing every block or so.
Your most frequently used saying lately has been, "Because that's what I do!"
We went camping this past weekend at the Warren Dunes in Michigan and it rained the first night. There were so many mosquitoes that mama couldn't take it anymore. But you couldn't be happier. We were all sitting in our teeny tiny tent together and you gave us all big hugs and said, "I love you guys so much." My heart literally exploded...and then I was ready to get the f**k outta' there. We spent the first night in a hotel.
The following night as I was taking a pee at the campgrounds, I looked up because you said, "Hee hee hee, that tickles"...and you had two mosquitoes on your face. I swatted them away and cursed camping. ( I had just put bug spray on you and that beautiful face of yours) You were still as happy as can be...but you are still scratching all the mosquito bites. So many. They preferred to bite you and me. I"m guessing because we're so sweet.
You have been practicing displaying different emotions through facial expressions. The photo above is surprised.
You are the worst sleeper. You literally got out of bed like ten times tonight. You are in our bed only because Dada threatened to put you back in your own bed if you got out of our bed again.