Audrey. New and improved with more whine!
17 Months. One shy of a year and a half.
RIGHT NOW...
My favorite thing about you is: (This is my favorite thing as well as my not so favorite thing.) your desire to be independent. It's so frustrating when you won't take my hand to walk. You plop yourself right down and silently pout. I guess I should be thankful for the 'silently' part. Still, it's a bit embarrassing Audrey. Especially when I go to pick you up and you do that wet noodle thing. I'm sure it will get worse. But, at the same time, I think it shows your strong will. I don't think a strong will is a negative thing. Not at all. My only problem with this will be when you start running away from me instead. Momma's not in that great of shape, you know. I should shut up before you start getting ideas.
The biggest relief would be: if your hair would start growing faster, specifically the hair on the top. Audrey, you're starting to grow a mullet. It's an especially odd mullet. Straight and short on top and long and curly in the back. A true Southern-Do. If you had bangs, I'd hairspray them straight up for the full effect- but, you don't.
I would also be relieved if you'd stop coming home with bites. I realize this has nothing to do with you, but it makes a mother worrisome. The bruises don't bother me so much. I bruise if someone hugs me. Bites, on the other hand, well, no one should have to put up with being bitten.
Oh, I thought of one more. Could you please be a little bit more cooperative while getting your diaper changed? I thought it was just a one or two time thing, this being squirmy on the table. Apparently, I was wrong. After I take off the soiled diaper, you think it is the funniest thing in the world to completely turn over and stick your butt in the air. This is not helpful. I know you think it's cute. You laugh hysterically. Honey, the joke stopped being funny about a week ago. Please go back to being normal. No one likes a butt in the face, even if it's as cute as yours. (Okay, I think it's cute. I just can't let you know that right now.)
What I’m most looking forward to is: another vacation with you and Daddy. During this time of year I always get a little cabin fever. I know it's about to get cold, so I want to go outside and do more. I think my legs physically twitch more during this time of year. Anyway, this weekend will be fun. Chattanooga again. I hope the weather is nice so that we can all run around like jayhoos again. What I'd really like is to take one more trip to the beach before winter.
New words: bless you (only after sneezing), several animal sounds: moo, rawr, meow, ruff ruff, ribbit ribbit, nay, tweet tweet, she can say moon, all of her other words are getting much clearer. Basically, she's become a parrot.
Some of the funny things you've done lately: Oh, so many. Just today, you were in the computer chair playing with the disconnected mouse. You thought you were so important. You were so busy and serious, glancing at the computer screen every now and then. Daddy came home from work and got a kick out of seeing you type away. We were discussing how defiant you'd been today when we look over and, "Hey!" you're drinking out of Mommy's glass of water. "Audrey, put that down. That's Mommy's!" You put it down and smiled so big. You knew you'd done a very adult thing. (It's not that you haven't drank from a glass before. You just haven't drank from a regular sized glass glass on your own.) Tim and I thought you were finished, and that we'd scared you into not touching it again. Oh ho ho. When will we learn? You grabbed it up again and took another sophisticated swig. We were actually impressed, until you decided with one swift downward stroke of your wrists, to douse yourself with the rest. Luckily, there wasn't much left.
Yet another funny thing you did happened just a couple of days ago. You were in your playpen. I was at the computer (go figure) and your dad was in the bathroom shaving. We keep your Sesame Street pop up toy in your playpen. You kept hitting the Elmo button and Elmo's song played over and over. At some point, Tim turned to me and said, "Listen. She's singing!" "No way, " I said. We both listened as the automated song stopped and Audrey's version began. My jaw dropped open. Her version was much slower, but right on key. It was a proud moment. "La la la la!"
Yesterday, when I went to pick her up from school and it was raining. We got in the car and she kept saying, "Wah wah. Wah wah." I tried giving her the sippy cup and she pushed it away. It hit me that she was saying "wah wah" for rain.
She wipes the table clean, brushes her own teeth, pours water over her own head in the bathy, opens the mailbox for me everyday, turns the light switch off and on (while we're holding her), and can even put my shoes away in the closet if I ask her to. She's very close to pulling herself up onto the bed.
I have a feeling that she's growing at an alarming rate. I don't know if I can keep up emotionally.
We actually discussed making her a big girl bed already. I think she's ready. It's me that's not.
Here's one year's difference:
RIGHT NOW...
My favorite thing about you is: (This is my favorite thing as well as my not so favorite thing.) your desire to be independent. It's so frustrating when you won't take my hand to walk. You plop yourself right down and silently pout. I guess I should be thankful for the 'silently' part. Still, it's a bit embarrassing Audrey. Especially when I go to pick you up and you do that wet noodle thing. I'm sure it will get worse. But, at the same time, I think it shows your strong will. I don't think a strong will is a negative thing. Not at all. My only problem with this will be when you start running away from me instead. Momma's not in that great of shape, you know. I should shut up before you start getting ideas.
The biggest relief would be: if your hair would start growing faster, specifically the hair on the top. Audrey, you're starting to grow a mullet. It's an especially odd mullet. Straight and short on top and long and curly in the back. A true Southern-Do. If you had bangs, I'd hairspray them straight up for the full effect- but, you don't.
I would also be relieved if you'd stop coming home with bites. I realize this has nothing to do with you, but it makes a mother worrisome. The bruises don't bother me so much. I bruise if someone hugs me. Bites, on the other hand, well, no one should have to put up with being bitten.
Oh, I thought of one more. Could you please be a little bit more cooperative while getting your diaper changed? I thought it was just a one or two time thing, this being squirmy on the table. Apparently, I was wrong. After I take off the soiled diaper, you think it is the funniest thing in the world to completely turn over and stick your butt in the air. This is not helpful. I know you think it's cute. You laugh hysterically. Honey, the joke stopped being funny about a week ago. Please go back to being normal. No one likes a butt in the face, even if it's as cute as yours. (Okay, I think it's cute. I just can't let you know that right now.)
What I’m most looking forward to is: another vacation with you and Daddy. During this time of year I always get a little cabin fever. I know it's about to get cold, so I want to go outside and do more. I think my legs physically twitch more during this time of year. Anyway, this weekend will be fun. Chattanooga again. I hope the weather is nice so that we can all run around like jayhoos again. What I'd really like is to take one more trip to the beach before winter.
New words: bless you (only after sneezing), several animal sounds: moo, rawr, meow, ruff ruff, ribbit ribbit, nay, tweet tweet, she can say moon, all of her other words are getting much clearer. Basically, she's become a parrot.
Some of the funny things you've done lately: Oh, so many. Just today, you were in the computer chair playing with the disconnected mouse. You thought you were so important. You were so busy and serious, glancing at the computer screen every now and then. Daddy came home from work and got a kick out of seeing you type away. We were discussing how defiant you'd been today when we look over and, "Hey!" you're drinking out of Mommy's glass of water. "Audrey, put that down. That's Mommy's!" You put it down and smiled so big. You knew you'd done a very adult thing. (It's not that you haven't drank from a glass before. You just haven't drank from a regular sized glass glass on your own.) Tim and I thought you were finished, and that we'd scared you into not touching it again. Oh ho ho. When will we learn? You grabbed it up again and took another sophisticated swig. We were actually impressed, until you decided with one swift downward stroke of your wrists, to douse yourself with the rest. Luckily, there wasn't much left.
Yet another funny thing you did happened just a couple of days ago. You were in your playpen. I was at the computer (go figure) and your dad was in the bathroom shaving. We keep your Sesame Street pop up toy in your playpen. You kept hitting the Elmo button and Elmo's song played over and over. At some point, Tim turned to me and said, "Listen. She's singing!" "No way, " I said. We both listened as the automated song stopped and Audrey's version began. My jaw dropped open. Her version was much slower, but right on key. It was a proud moment. "La la la la!"
Yesterday, when I went to pick her up from school and it was raining. We got in the car and she kept saying, "Wah wah. Wah wah." I tried giving her the sippy cup and she pushed it away. It hit me that she was saying "wah wah" for rain.
She wipes the table clean, brushes her own teeth, pours water over her own head in the bathy, opens the mailbox for me everyday, turns the light switch off and on (while we're holding her), and can even put my shoes away in the closet if I ask her to. She's very close to pulling herself up onto the bed.
I have a feeling that she's growing at an alarming rate. I don't know if I can keep up emotionally.
We actually discussed making her a big girl bed already. I think she's ready. It's me that's not.
Here's one year's difference:
1 Comments:
Angela,
I really enjoy reading your heartfelt posts about your sweet little girl. I love the side by side pictures, so much changes over a year it's amazing!
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