Show me that smile again...
Today was a hard day. It wasn't an especially hard day because I woke up feeling like death, some sort of summer cold struck me two days ago so I haven't slept. It wasn't an especially hard day because my daughter was cranky. It wasn't even an especially hard day because my precious son who is never fussy started crying and wouldn't stop, no boob, no paci, nothing would sooth him. No, it was an especially hard day because as I put my baby to bed, and read her her books I talked about how today is the last day she is one. Tomorrow, she turns two. Beginning at midnight two years ago tomorrow, I started having contractions and they continued on all day until she was born at 11:43pm that night. A mere 7lbs 7 ozs, and now she weighs 22.5.
Before you start rolling your eyes (too late?), I'm not typically the sappy, where has my baby gone type. I've actually really enjoyed all of her milestones. For some reason though this one has been difficult for me. I think it might be because through all of the other milestones, we were having such a hard time that I was glad she was growing out of the baby stage. But now, now she is offically not a baby any more. Like officially officially. She is saying at least a new word, but usually two or three new words, a day. She is stringing two, three and four words together. She is trying to do more things herself. She has become very particular that things are in their place, which translates to her being very helpful around the house. She helps empty the dishwasher, she fetches and throws away diapers, she puts on her own shoes, she picks up her toys at night and she will do pretty much any thing I ask if it means helping her brother.
Speaking of which, while she still definitely is a toddler with all that entails, I feel like she is very well behaved. She may not always like it, but she is a very good listener.
She is still a toddler however. She doesn't like it when things fall, or are messed up. She is very anxious about new things. She doesn't like to "leave nicely" as I call it. It makes it difficult to take her places, because I know she is going to be upset when we leave.
I hate to admit it, but I am now finally so glad that I am staying home with her. It took until about 15 months or so, because her first year was so difficult. Now, we wake up every morning and she takes a few minutes to jump or read in her bed. I go to make her breakfast and we slow dance to "our song" while it is cooking. We listen to toddler music on Pandora and sing and dance to it. Our weeks are filled with library story times, indoor and outdoor playgrounds, splash parks, outdoor and mall walks, aquarium visits, playdates with my friends and hers, and lots of reading and playing. I am glad I get to be there for every smile, hurt, hug, and milestone. I always had a hard time when people said that their children were the light of their day because didn't feel that way for the first year of her life, but now I understand. She makes me happy in a whole new way, and makes me laugh all the time.
She is so stinking smart! She will hear something one week, and the next week mention it. For example, we read a Dora book at a friend's house last week and Dora used the word "abre". The next week we were reading another book that said open and Lillian said, "Abre...Open". I couldn't believe it! She remembered something that was only mentioned once in passing, but there are so many things like that. Signs she sees once and then uses them again. Words she hears and repeats. She really is a little sponge!
Lillian loves her little brother. If I have him with me when I go get her in the morning or after nap she has to have him in the bed with her. As exampled
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So, to wrap up this very long blog post, I'll post some progress pictures