I’ve been shamefully bad at doing Baby G updates ever since she turned 1. SoldierMan encouraged me to keep doing them, but honestly I just got lazy. And tired. Oh man, am I tired. And it’s really her fault :) Ironic.
Seems like so much to catch up on. She’s got her own little language now, which is so much fun. There are the words we try and teach her and then the “words” she uses instead. Her “words” for the dogs change constantly, but Jeb stays somewhere around “jush” and Achilles has multiple syllables and ends with “seess.” And it’s usually pretty easy to tell when she is talking about them, because she is pointing at them.
She calls SoldierMan Datdat and doesn’t really call me anything. That’s probably because she’s sewn to my hip all day every day, and never needs to talk about me. We also made a “family book”: a little flip photo album of immediate family for her to start associating names with faces. I need to get more pictures of everyone to get everyone covered, but it’s a start.
She’s ridiculously friendly. “Hi” is her favorite word. She says “hi” to everyone and sometimes “bye” – which sounds basically the same as “hi” – and will wave and wave and wave until the person she’s waving at walks away awkwardly. She also has started saying Thank You, which sometimes is just the cadence without enunciation, but sometimes is very distinct “kehk-yoo.” She’s even done it once or twice without being prompted, so that’s exciting.
Here’s a silly little story: she’s figured out that I sing along to musicals. The other day I turned one on the TV, and when one of the characters started singing, she stopped watching them and watched me, waiting for me to sing. And then did that any time one of the women sang. It was adorable.
She talks all the time, to herself, to me, to the dogs. Of course, she narrates everything we do. When we do our night-night routine, she sits with SoldierMan while I get the upstairs ready, then is happy to see me when I come to take her to bed. She turns around and waves at SoldierMan and says “Bye” and sometimes “Nigh. Nigh.” And leans forward so he can kiss her cheek goodnight. And she waves at him as we walk up the stairs, until we can’t see him anymore. Then she says, “iss teess?” Yes, brush our teeth. Tonight we practiced “pa-ja-mas” but only got as far as “ah-ma-ma.” Haha. You’ve got to start somewhere.
And she loves to read. She plays independently pretty well, and she’s really gotten into “reading” to herself. She picks a book and sits down and flips the pages and sometimes she mumbles to herself, sometimes she just sits quietly. Usually she asks one of us to read the book to her. And if its, “The Wheels on the Bus,” it gets read a dozen times in a sitting. Round and round, round and round….
She has a “safe drawer” in the kitchen that has plastic and rubber objects I don’t use very often, and she’s allowed to dig through it and play in it whenever she wants. I put child locks on the other cabinets, but she’s practically figured those out. She yanked on one of the doors a few times, saw the hook kept getting caught, then stuck her fingers in to try and unhook it. Her little fingers are still too little to reach it today, but it won’t be long. Oh boy.
And she’s walking. Really, truly walking now. She prefers to walk unless she’s in a real hurry, and I know that is only a matter of time. I guess we really need to start buying her shoes. :/
As far as the boys, they’re hanging in there. Their world gets rocked every day, just like ours does, as she seems to have a new trick every time she wakes up. They all love each other, though. Most of the love is concentrated between Baby G and Achilles. I think because he’s fluffy. But Jeb also has his moments. He will at least give her kisses, which has increased his kisses to me, interestingly. The other day, he was laying on the rug, and she decided she wanted a Jeb kiss. So she crawled over to him and then sat on all fours, facing him, waiting to be kissed. Well, he wasn’t in a kissing mood, but he knows to be careful and pretty much let her have her way. So she leaned in closer and closer, giggling the whole time, until they were literally nose-to-nose. But Jeb was NOT in a kissing mood. He waited a few seconds and then slowly stood up and walked away. She loved it.
They all love each other every bit as much as we hoped they would. The dogs sleep a lot more now, now that they have someone chasing them and squealing at them a good part of the day. It’s a full house with the three of them, and it’s so much fun. She’s a little terror in her rolly-walker thing, which we use when we need to keep her “contained,” and she figured out that the dogs are afraid of it, so she likes to chase them around the house with it. Poor guys. Or block them from the food bowls, for fun. But they’re good boys and wait for me to resolve it (Jeb will come get me if I don’t notice myself right away).
I know there are so many stories and moments that I’ve already forgotten. I wish the human brain could retain and retrieve so much more than it does. But that’s why I have to charge my phone multiple times a day. We shoot and record EVERYTHING. Thank goodness for pocket computers and cameras. And blogs, to catch the stories.