A few days ago you turned 14 months old. I didn’t write anything then because I was too busy lounging on the beach spending time with you. We spent a week at the beach in North Carolina with your grandma’s sisters and brother (and all their kids and grandkids). To say you had fun would be drastically understating your love for the ocean. We could hardly keep you out of there.
This really sucked for us because the only thing you liked doing was “jumping” over the waves. Which means that your dad or I had to bend over to hold your hands, then lift you over the crashing waves. Which hurt our backs. A lot.
You loved everything about the beach. The water, even when you got a face full of it; the sand, even when it was caked in your diaper; and the people. Oh, how you loved the people. You were the only baby in a house of 16 adults who couldn’t get enough of you. And you turned on the charm. You danced, and laughed and were just a JOY to be around all week.
I know that we got an easy baby, but I never realized it until we drove 24 hours and then spent a week in a strange place with strange people…and you didn’t so much as fuss. Sure, there were a few times that you got a little cranky, but you had good reasons. No one would let you sleep; they just wanted to play with you all day. I’m pretty sure you didn’t go to bed before 10pm all week. I feel really sorry for Melissa. She’s the one who has to deal with your new found Super Celebrity Status.
You’re really starting to chit chat this month. I’ve been nervous about you saying actual words, but the WONDERFUL mommies that commented on that post have really set my mind at ease. If you don’t, you don’t. If, at your 15 month appointment next month, your doctor tells us we need to do something specific, we’ll do that. I’ve learned that there are terrible things that can happen to a kid. Not “talking” is NOT one of those. I think about you and my heart swells with love. I don’t want to ever imagine life without you. This is going to sound cliche, but you have brought so much joy to my life.
Your dad and I think that we maybe absolutly talk on our phone too much. How do we know this? Because you imitate us. You put the phone to your ear and babble. Then, you’ll laugh, all crazy like, and go back to talking. You’ve also started pushing buttons with both thumbs. Do we text too much? I think so.
You’re such a girl too. You play dress up with my necklaces and scarves. You’ll walk around the house and wrap them around your neck and arms. I love it; your dad? Now so much. He really didn’t want a “girly-girl.” But, scarves can’t possibly be a gateway drug to Princesses, can they? CAN THEY?!
Anyway, I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you every morning; to see what you’ll discover and how you’ll react to your life. I hope you enjoy my company as much as I enjoy yours.