When I woke up this morning, she was smiling and staring at me with her humungous black pupils. “Hi mama,” she said. And then she rolled over and pointed at her father and proceeded to put her index finger to her lips “sssshhhhhhhh” she looked back at me, “shhhhhhhh…Dada…Dada night-night,” she observed. “Yes,” I nodded and whispered, ‘Dada’s still sleeping.” She then squealed loudly, and even managed to frighten the cat off the bed with her soprano-esque warm-up. “Hi Dada.” she said, pleased that he was now awake. She’s starting to get cause and effect.
This is a REALLY fun age. I don’t want to play favorites, but I can’t help it. This is my favorite age so far. She talks. She figures stuff out. She makes jokes. She gets jokes. She tests boundaries but not to the point where it freaks me (or her) out. She’s assertive and tells us what she wants and needs. She is a more proficient communicator than most adults I know. She is fascinating and fascinated. She appreciates the little things and is a great observer. She will eat (or at least taste ANYTHING) and seems to like savory more than sweet. I gues she’s sweet enough on her own. She even defiantly ate a half of a raw, white onion with tears rolling down her face all the while. I couldn’t pry it away from her. Her personality is really starting to glow. She’s a ham. She deeply enjoys dance parties and playing dress up. She loves a slide. Anything is a hat–a paper bag is a hat, a block is a hat, a stuffed bunny is a hat–so long as it’s on her head. Anything is a phone–a block, a shoe, a banana–it’s up to her ear, like “hello?”
I learn so much from her every single day. Today’s lesson? Most things taste better dipped. Dip dip dip.
I love you to the moon and back Ms. Ida Sky–happy 17 months!
(And another little birthday shout-out to my dad who is also celebrating a birthday today. I love you pops!)