Fourteen Months
Ingrid has been the sweetest little thirteen-month-old that ever
lived. She's lots of sweetness and cuddles, a little silliness, and
very few tantrums. When she hears the front door chime at 5:45, she calls, "Da-ee?
Daaaaaaa-eeeee!" in her tiny girl voice and I nearly die of cuteness
every time. She has a funny chuckling laugh and now things that surprises, tickles, and going upside down are really funny.
Lots of new words this month:
cup
bottle (bah-oh)
gold (gao)
shoe (zzzjoo)
belly
water (wa-oh)
all done (ah-dah)
more (refers to yogurt raisins, the only thing she asks for more of)
boot (bo)
boo (as in peek-a-boo)
stop (directed at Izzy when she is barking. I wonder where she learned that.)
go
drop (dop)
That's quite a few more words than Henry had at this age. Lord help us if she talks more than he does.
She loves to read and we go through dozens of board books before bed every day. She is clearly paying attention to what we read and chimes in with "neigh" and "say" when we read Moo Baa and "gowaaaay" when we read Go Away, Big Green Monster.
She's somewhat pickier about food than she was a couple of months ago. But she would still happily subsist on vegetables most days.
We're down to nursing only in the morning. I miss nursing her before bed -- she almost always fell asleep on me and I could enjoy her perfect baby softness and the curve of her cheek, skin luminous in the low light. But she took the transition surprisingly well and it's nice for Karl (and grandparents) to put her to bed occasionally. We'll probably drop the morning nurse in another week or two. I was keeping it up because it used to hold her over until Henry woke up, but it's not tiding her over very long anymore, so it's time to close that chapter.
Clothes: the girlier, the better. Today she pitched a fit if we tried to remove her pink and purple floral raincoat, and threw to the floor with great disdain the sensible neutral sweater I tried to put on her. She has some pink glittery shoes that are too big for her, but she wears them anyway, walking ability be damned.
She loves her belly. She's slimming down now that she's on the move, but it's still magnificent.
Lots of new words this month:
cup
bottle (bah-oh)
gold (gao)
shoe (zzzjoo)
belly
water (wa-oh)
all done (ah-dah)
more (refers to yogurt raisins, the only thing she asks for more of)
boot (bo)
boo (as in peek-a-boo)
stop (directed at Izzy when she is barking. I wonder where she learned that.)
go
drop (dop)
That's quite a few more words than Henry had at this age. Lord help us if she talks more than he does.
She loves to read and we go through dozens of board books before bed every day. She is clearly paying attention to what we read and chimes in with "neigh" and "say" when we read Moo Baa and "gowaaaay" when we read Go Away, Big Green Monster.
She's somewhat pickier about food than she was a couple of months ago. But she would still happily subsist on vegetables most days.
We're down to nursing only in the morning. I miss nursing her before bed -- she almost always fell asleep on me and I could enjoy her perfect baby softness and the curve of her cheek, skin luminous in the low light. But she took the transition surprisingly well and it's nice for Karl (and grandparents) to put her to bed occasionally. We'll probably drop the morning nurse in another week or two. I was keeping it up because it used to hold her over until Henry woke up, but it's not tiding her over very long anymore, so it's time to close that chapter.
Clothes: the girlier, the better. Today she pitched a fit if we tried to remove her pink and purple floral raincoat, and threw to the floor with great disdain the sensible neutral sweater I tried to put on her. She has some pink glittery shoes that are too big for her, but she wears them anyway, walking ability be damned.
She loves her belly. She's slimming down now that she's on the move, but it's still magnificent.
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