On Sunday you turned fifteen months old and I’m fairly certain you swallowed some magic beans because you’re growing faster than I can keep track of. You are a world class babbler and your communication skills are growing by the day. Doggie. Ducky. Mama. Baba. Nana. This. That. [And when you see flowers you point and call them mama– ~melt~] You close doors when I ask, hand me hangers to help with laundry, and clap if you want more food. And speaking of food? You love my cooking. You are not one for polite gestures. You hate cauliflower and let me know by chucking it across the room, so when I bring you a bowl of Pad Thai, and you clap upon seeing it and then attack it and demand more- I know you mean it. And while I love it if anyone loves my cooking, seeing you enjoy what I made, real food beyond mashed apples and bananas, the sort of food that will be your standard fare in our home- its one of the best feelings in the world.
Your smile takes a close second though. Since the day you were born, you look dead center in the camera and pose. Now, you’ve taken it up a notch for reasons I don’t quite understand. There’s the ‘Rico Suave’ look:
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And the recent one, where you scrunch your nose, eyes and face which I can only interpret as mama thinks koala bears are all kinds of cute so I will try to look like one:
Seriously. Every picture. And while I love all your smiles because I love everything about you, my favorite photos are when you’re smiling your real smile, the one you flash us when you don’t know a camera is around:
But let’s talk about the other stuff, you know, the discipline stuff. You are a good baby, inquisitive, curious, and always exploring, but seldom naughty for the sake of naughtiness. But when you need some reminding like ‘no we do not put fingers in sockets’ or ‘please don’t bend the cabinet door backwards so it splinters off’ you look at me, take in my stern expression, and- laugh, as though to say cute mom, really cute, and go on your way. As a former teacher, I just had to look at my classroom with the look and a hush overtook the room. Now, that same look sends you into fits of giggles. I don’t get it. But your Abu? The one who is by far the more easy-going parent you possess? If he so much as looks at you and says don’t do that in the gentlest of voices, you are a heaping mess of tears. Since usually it’s me and you, I need to find some way to get your attention. Luckily nana and nani [unwittingly] got you a time-out chair and as you can tell its working spectacularly:
But the best part this month? Now that you’re [almost] fully weaned, your Abu is in charge of your sleep routine. We were supposed to alternate every other day, but he loves it so much he’s done it every night since he could. He says he missed out on over a year of sleep moments and he doesn’t want to miss one more. He says putting you to sleep centers and soothes him. You’re lucky to have him kiddo.
I know the months bring with them a newer, bigger you. I know you will change, because change you must- but whatever you do, my one bit of advice is: fight to keep that sense of wonder that you possess most sincerely today. The way your eyes light up with unrestrained joy at all the new things life has to offer, the way you wake up each morning joyful, excited to tackle the day? Please never lose that.Money, degrees, making honor roll are well and good, but this state of being, of enjoying the sheer act of existence? It’s priceless. Please guard that part of you with all you have.