You are becoming a toddler before my very eyes. The second I put your hair in pigtails and put shoes on your feet this past month, it was like you were a different baby. In fact, I don’t even think that I’m allowed to call you a baby in one short month. How is it that we are soon entering toddlerhood? I think I need to hyperventilate into a bag for a second just thinking about that. You have stolen your sister’s “mommy-itis” this past month. You have been aaaaaallllll about Mommy. My heart just about melts when I pick you up because every time your head immediately goes on my shoulder to snuggle. If that wasn’t enough, you also have started to pat my back if I pat or rub yours when I hold you. It is by far the cutest thing ever. I love that you have become a cuddle bug, and I hope it stays that way for a long time. I so enjoy those special extra moments with you.
Picky. Picky. Picky – that is you. Apparently you have decided this past month what you do and don’t like. When you put something in your mouth and you aren’t sure about it, it goes right back out of your mouth. Or, if you’re feeling extra rebellious, you will lean over the side of your high chair and spit it out for Charlie to clean it up. He has learned quite quickly to sit directly under your high chair during meal times. Your life would be perfect if I let you eat bread, cheese, blueberries, and yogurt all day every day. I’m going to continue to give you foods you “think” you don’t like (like black beans) because last week you hated macaroni and cheese, and this week you’re back in love with it.
I thought were were going to have to invest in veneers for you, Party Girl. For the last 11 months, you showed no signs of teething. NONE. No drooling, no fingers in your mouth, no excessive crankiness or middle of the night wakeups. Despite all of that, you are cutting your first two bottom teeth like a champ right now. Guess we can put those funds that we were going to use on veneers away until you need braces as a teenager.
You are such a cautious little thing. You definitely are a watcher, and you make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into before you act on anything. You are so content to just sit and play by yourself, but you have a lot of play time favorites these days. Crawling back and forth down the hallway, standing and holding onto the kitchen chairs, putting your face over air vents (this one cracks me up), and trying to put everyone’s shoes in your mouth. You still think Aubrey is the funniest person on the planet, and you laugh before a word even comes out of your mouth. Your mama has to WORK to get a laugh, baby girl. You are so friendly with everyone, and you give out smiles all the live long day. I swear you were batting your eyes at the cashier at Trader Joe’s the other day. You are such a flirt, and I’m praying for my sanity now for when you are older.
We are working on clapping as well as knowing that we wave when we say “goodbye” as well as “hello”. You are so stubborn though, and you look at us like we have four heads when we want you to do things you clearly want no part of. You do everything on your own time, Brooklyn.
Emerson, Emerson, Emerson. What in the world am I going to do with you? You have learned the art of the fake tantrum this past month, sometimes complete with throwing yourself backwards. You will kick and scream until you realize your mother is not going to give in and give you what you want (this usually takes up to 30 seconds). Your dramatic cries are typically due to not being able to reach a remote control or my phone. You and your gadgets! Oh, the drama with you, girlfriend.
Somehow you have become less of a baby and more like a little girl by the day. Sometimes I look at you and can’t believe you were ever a teeny tiny little thing. We call you Bruiser most of the time because you don’t care what’s in your way. You’ll push and shove your way through until you get to where you want to be. Some day we will teach you manners and to be gentle. We’ll get there… eventually.
Unlike your sister, you will still eat just about everything. I can always count on you to eat your black beans. You are definitely an adventurous eater. I don’t have to worry about you on the food front (yet… I’m sure you’ll get there).
I haven’t seen the fruit of your labor yet, but you HAVE to be cutting more teeth sometime soon. Your fingers are always in your mouth – either up on the top or down on the sides. You are drooling like crazy, and every once in a while you’ll stop what you’re doing and give out a heartbreaking sob (a real one – I know your real versus fake cries) because it hurts. Thankfully you’re a big fan of teething tablets, and so is your momma. Those babies work like a charm on you.
You may have been all about Mommy last month, but you will choose Daddy over me any day of the week now. You actually turned away from me once and held on to your Daddy for dear life one day. I would say that it broke my heart, but I know you are going to sway back and forth between the two of us as time goes on. Plus, I love watching how much your Daddy loves you. It’s the best! I swear, your favorite part of the day is when he comes home (and then your least favorite part of the day is when he leaves to go take a shower because he’s dirty from the work day). If I let you, you would sit by the bathroom door the entire time and pound your little hands on the door.
You are obsessed with everything music. Once a song comes on or someone starts singing, you instantly have a head bob and a dancing bounce going. You also love baby dolls right now too. We are “borrowing” one of Aubrey’s (mainly because you won’t let it out of your sight). When you see that dolly, you give her big hugs and immediately start talking and cracking up. It’s hysterical.
Quit growing so quickly, little ones! We love you, and we can’t believe you’re going to be one in a few short weeks!