You are officially 1 year old (and have been for a month, but who's counting?). I can't believe it's been a year.
You change and grow every day. Hmmmmm... Where are you now?
At your 1 year appointment, you weighed 23 lbs, 9 oz (63rd percentile) and measured 31 inches (86th percentile). You got one shot and screamed at the doctor.
You are communicating more and more every day. As of today, you sign: more, all-done, cat, and bird. You point to indicate where you want to go. You wave bye-bye. You blow kisses on cue. You will give a fish a kiss on cue (but you've only given me a kiss like 5 times, you little stinker!). You say: woof-woof and dog (sounds like "doh" or "og") reliably. You call Sibley "guh guh (good girl)." You'll occasionally said dada for your dad but no mama yet. Your first word (dog) came just a few days shy of your first birthday as you saw a dog walk by the house.
Just this week, you basically communicated in sentence form. You signed more, pointed at the door and waved bye-bye. I asked you if you wanted to go to Eliza's and you said yes.
You are still crawling and show very little interest in walking. You are standing more and more on your own each day. It's so cool to see that you are adding seconds to your solo stand time each day. You will occasionally walk with me if I'm holding your hand but most time you just drop to your knees as if to say "this is so much faster."
You are obsessed with feeding the dog treats. You say "guh guh" the second we walk into your room in the morning (and after naps) and point towards the door (or the cup with treats on your dresser). Then you direct us to the laundry room door and then to the treats. You love to have her "touch" your hand. This week I showed you the dog door and we got Sibley to go through it together, so now you are obsessed with having her go through the door.
You are quite the whiner. If you don't get your way, you throw quite the tantrum.
You loved to be chased. You love "I'ma gonna getchu!". You love "1! 2! 3!" You love to be tickled, especially when I squeeze your little thighs.
You still love to eat. You still love to be out and about. You still love Here Come the 1, 2, 3's.
Your birthday party was small and perfect. You didn't really know what to do with the cupcake that your grandma made you. I think you were just happy that all those that you love were there, even Mimi and Karsyn!
This first year of your life has been absolutely amazing. I love being your mom and look forward to future years together.
This might be a blog about parenting, pregnancy, my life or my opinions... I haven't really decided. I just know that it's a place to put my thoughts and things I want to remember when the Alzheimer's kicks in. Updates will come not too frequently and of random nature.