Today, Miss Mallory is 13 months old, and it’s funny – though I said I was done with doing her monthly updates after the first year (just as I did with Liam) – my fingers are kind of itching to do more. How else will she know all that she’s accomplished this month? She has new words (hello, yeah, uh-oh, bye dad). She’s spent her first day at Cindy’s without Liam, and today is actually her fist day alone with Cindy, period! – no other kids there today. She is still refusing vegetables 95% of the time, though she’s coming around on the fruit. She’s gone biking and has even tried out Liam’s scooter when Liam wasn’t looking (shhh… don’t let him know!) She would rather be outside than just about anywhere else, and Lor’ help us if we let Liam outside while she’s still in – she’ll be furious. She has become much steadier on her feet, and is quite adept at stepping over the TV cable that is temporarily strung right across the doorway. She’s had enough days with icky, crusty eyes this month that I wonder if she might be a seasonal allergy sufferer. She likes to lie down on the floor and pretend to be sleeping, and cackles like crazy when we join in. She loves to brush her teeth. Speaking of teeth, she has a whole bunch now – she spent most of the month with ratty, shredded gums from her molars coming through, with only minimal fussiness. She is getting extremely interested in books – something I feared would never happen, with her TV addiction and all – but now she really enjoys bedtime stories. She does still love the TV, and I often leave it on even while we eat dinner in the kitchen, just to see her face light up when the Fifi theme music starts at 6:20. (Not that she really even watches the show.) She is getting up earlier (6:45ish) and going to bed later (8:30ish) than ever, and by the end of the workweek, I know she’s tired – she takes long afternoon naps on the weekend to recharge. She has discovered ice cream and Freezies, and likes to have a taste on her lips, though she doesn’t like to actually take a bite and have something cold in her mouth. She also had her first chocolate chip cookie this month (pictured). She really dislikes wearing a sun hat. She loves the dogs next door, and likes to stick her fingers through the fence so they can be licked (ugh!). She puts her own dirty clothes in the laundry before her bath. She is constantly emptying out the junk drawer that is within her reach. She will generally drop whatever she’s doing when Liam starts into something new, because she wants to play with him, and he is terrible for telling her “No, Mal!” and hip-checking her away – I can’t believe how resilient she is and how her heart doesn’t just break over this. She squeals with delight when we let her play on Liam’s bed (so much the better if he’s in it). She is the slowest eater in the world (the next slowest eater I know is Uncle Darin; maybe it’s in the genes?) Her physical appearance was compared to her Great Aunt Deb this month. She loves going to the playground – zip her down the slide once, and she will want to keep going down for the next half hour. She is unable to walk past a playground without grabbing a handful of gravel, or a flower bed without grabbing a handful of mulch. She is a sister, daughter, granddaughter, cousin and friend… and she means the world to me.
Friday, May 09, 2008
I'm not going to call this post '13 months'. No sirree. (But it is.)
Today, Miss Mallory is 13 months old, and it’s funny – though I said I was done with doing her monthly updates after the first year (just as I did with Liam) – my fingers are kind of itching to do more. How else will she know all that she’s accomplished this month? She has new words (hello, yeah, uh-oh, bye dad). She’s spent her first day at Cindy’s without Liam, and today is actually her fist day alone with Cindy, period! – no other kids there today. She is still refusing vegetables 95% of the time, though she’s coming around on the fruit. She’s gone biking and has even tried out Liam’s scooter when Liam wasn’t looking (shhh… don’t let him know!) She would rather be outside than just about anywhere else, and Lor’ help us if we let Liam outside while she’s still in – she’ll be furious. She has become much steadier on her feet, and is quite adept at stepping over the TV cable that is temporarily strung right across the doorway. She’s had enough days with icky, crusty eyes this month that I wonder if she might be a seasonal allergy sufferer. She likes to lie down on the floor and pretend to be sleeping, and cackles like crazy when we join in. She loves to brush her teeth. Speaking of teeth, she has a whole bunch now – she spent most of the month with ratty, shredded gums from her molars coming through, with only minimal fussiness. She is getting extremely interested in books – something I feared would never happen, with her TV addiction and all – but now she really enjoys bedtime stories. She does still love the TV, and I often leave it on even while we eat dinner in the kitchen, just to see her face light up when the Fifi theme music starts at 6:20. (Not that she really even watches the show.) She is getting up earlier (6:45ish) and going to bed later (8:30ish) than ever, and by the end of the workweek, I know she’s tired – she takes long afternoon naps on the weekend to recharge. She has discovered ice cream and Freezies, and likes to have a taste on her lips, though she doesn’t like to actually take a bite and have something cold in her mouth. She also had her first chocolate chip cookie this month (pictured). She really dislikes wearing a sun hat. She loves the dogs next door, and likes to stick her fingers through the fence so they can be licked (ugh!). She puts her own dirty clothes in the laundry before her bath. She is constantly emptying out the junk drawer that is within her reach. She will generally drop whatever she’s doing when Liam starts into something new, because she wants to play with him, and he is terrible for telling her “No, Mal!” and hip-checking her away – I can’t believe how resilient she is and how her heart doesn’t just break over this. She squeals with delight when we let her play on Liam’s bed (so much the better if he’s in it). She is the slowest eater in the world (the next slowest eater I know is Uncle Darin; maybe it’s in the genes?) Her physical appearance was compared to her Great Aunt Deb this month. She loves going to the playground – zip her down the slide once, and she will want to keep going down for the next half hour. She is unable to walk past a playground without grabbing a handful of gravel, or a flower bed without grabbing a handful of mulch. She is a sister, daughter, granddaughter, cousin and friend… and she means the world to me.
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