I’m very, very late writing this post*. For that, I’m very sorry and you should just know that I’m full of guilt over it. If it’s any consolation, I still need to write Sophie’s 5-year post…
Anyhoo, what a month! A whirlwind has hit our house and it’s named “The Walker Bean”! It did not take long from practicing pushing the toy cart to standing by yourself with arms outstretched and a face full of excitement and pride to taking tentative, happy steps to WALKING. You are amazing! You are so happy!
I was just going to try and add a photo but they are all blurry! That is what happens when you start to move constantly, our old camera cannot keep up.
Here is a photo where you are strapped in a chair and being presented with your one-year birthday cupcake!
We traveled down to New York for your birthday in order to get as many family members involved as possible. You were thrilled to do circles around the house and to test out your stair-climbing skills.
This winter has been really harsh and we’ve all gotten sick. You more than us, unfortunately. First there was the barfing – several days of barfing all over me, mostly at night. And one big incident at Barnes & Noble. You were happy and content when you weren’t barfing, so at least there was that. I’m currently 8-0 with the barf compared to Daddy.
And then after your birthday, right after you got your one-year shots, you came down with RSV. It was not fun. There was a lot of coughing and a runny nose and fever. And then it developed into breathing problems and nebulizer treatments and three trips to the doctor and ending with a final diagnosis of a double ear infection and a prescription for antibiotics. The antibiotics worked almost immediately and, by the next day, you were almost completely back to your normal self – squealing and playing and stealing my slippers off my feet and trying to tickle Sophie. One glaring difference between you and Sophie became apparent while you were sick: you have zero patience for doctors and their meddling attempts to figure out why you’re sick. Sophie was always fascinated with almost everything about visiting the doctor (save the shots, obviously). Oh, a stethoscope? Interesting. I will carefully watch you talk about it and then put in on my back. An ear thing with a light? Very intriguing. Oh, you’re going to put it in my ear? How fascinating.
You, though? No patience what-so-ever. Do not even think of touching me with that stethoscope! No, you do not need to put that ear thing anywhere near my ear, thank you. Do not come near me with that oxygen finger checker thing! Nebulizers are the worst invention ever and a mask with mist coming out of it is the very definition of torture!
You being sick for a week made me stop and realize how much sunshine you bring to our lives and that your being sick had been more than worry and more than stress, it had been the temporary extinguishing of your zest and sparkle. I sincerely hope you never have to go through that again and I’m so grateful that, as bad as it was, it didn’t get worse.
In that week of dormancy, you managed to take another leap forward. So that when the antibiotics started to work and you were able to be free of feeling awful, you were not only your normal sparkling self, but a more vibrant, cognizant version. You seem to understand so much more of what we’re all saying to you. I can point to things like your sock and your shoes and you understand those words. You nod (or shake your head) emphatically when we ask questions you understand. You are starting to understand more and more signs for things, too. There are starting to be more power battles over things, more freaking out if things are not going your way, but see, we have the advantage here. Your sister was the reigning queen of freaking out if things didn’t go her way, so we’re prepared (we hope). You’re going to prove me wrong, aren’t you?
You love to turn one of your music toys on and bounce to the music. You love to dance and move your hands to the beat and you radiate so much joy that it is infectious.
Speaking of infectious, you have one of the most winning smiles. It is impossible to look at you smiling your dimply grin and not smile back. You’ve also discovered the joy of tickling others and you say “blibble, blibble, blibble” and head after us with your chubby little fingers and your huge smile. You’ve also figured out how to zerbert your Mama and it is hilarious and sloppy and slobbery.
You now say “Ow” for meow when you’re looking at the cats. Karl brings you his toy because he’s figured out that you will always pick it up and hand it to one of us to throw it for him. We’re still working on getting you to say “Sophie”. You adore her and love sitting in the back of the car with her and flinging your toys at her because she pretty much always says “Olivia!” and then hands them back to you. You shriek with laughter and fling them back at her. Over and over and the laughing and the shrieking and the playing fills me to bursting with happiness and contentment. We haven’t turned your car seat around for this reason. We know you both like to look at each other and it keeps you both entertained. Also, I can hand Sophie snacks for you and she’ll patiently give them to you one by one. You are so lucky to have such a patient and fun sister.
It feels like there is so much more. You are so much more. I’ll add more photos and videos when I have a moment. They are not on this computer and I don’t want to delay this post any longer.
I’m glad your sparkle is back, my little Bean. Walker Butt, Wiggle Bean, Trouble, Tickle Bean, Loodle, Moo.
*excuses for not posting sooner: snowstorm after snowstorm, Sophie was sick and then you were sick and then Daddy and I got the flu and then you were sick again. It also got crazy, all of a sudden, at work. None of these excuses makes me feel less guilty about not posting on your birthday, but I thought I would list them out anyway.