I can't believe you are 1 year old today! A year ago tonight, you were born, and it was absolutely thrilling. Your birth was one of the most surreal, amazing moments of my life - not to mention a most welcome reprieve from the DAYS of labor I endured beforehand. That's right, young lady. Days. I will be reminding you of that fact in the future, I'm sure.
You are starting to take your first steps, and it is delightful to watch! You will take four or five steps before you lose confidence in yourself and sit down on the floor, but I know you'll be running all over the house in no time.
You've recently started the most adorable, little baby jabber, and you are often carrying on conversations with yourself that sound like, "Bleh-bwee-bweh-bleh." It makes your daddy and me laugh to hear you "talk." You do have a nice repertoire of legitimate words, though, with your favorites being "ball" (pronounced with the most adorable Southern accent) and "kitty" (sounds like "tee"). You are always pointing out round objects and excitedly proclaiming them balls, including the dome light on the ceiling fan and the little crystals that hang from the chandelier in the foyer. And anything with fur is a kitty - from your stuffed animals to your Mimi's Puppy. You are also entertaining us with words like "uh oh," "book" and "baby." You love to sign "kitty," and you will often sign for your drink, milk, and - the most important sign of all - crackers. You are a demanding, little thing when it comes to your crackers.
You're a pretty good eater, with hot dogs and cheese topping your list of favorites (and cat food!), but you still depend on mama very much for your milk. You tend to be a busy, little baby and not the most snuggly, so I cherish those quiet nursing times you and I have together. You tug at my heart when you open and close your little fist while nursing - the sign for milk.
I am so grateful for your sleeping habits, Juliet! You go to bed at night with little fuss at all. We nurse, rock for a few minutes, and then into the crib you go, wide awake, where you snuggle up with your little, furry blanket, your stuffed kitty, and your pacifier. You gave up your middle-of-the-night snacks at about 7 months, and now you sleep all not long until about 7 a.m. (sometimes 6 a.m., which Mama does not care for in the least - I do not like to get up before the sun). You are still taking two naps a day, but you can sometimes be tough to get to sleep at naptime. You'd much rather be up and playing with your toys or torturing Tad Smith.
And speaking of Tad Smith (or "Tee!" as you call him), he is your favorite toy of all. You love to pat him, pull his tail, yank on his ears and grab hunks of his fur. Thankfully, he is a pretty tolerant cat, but he will nip at you to let you know when he's had enough. You take great delight in his reactions to you, and you giggle whenever he bites you. Which makes me nervous because HELLO, Tad Smith sent your daddy to the ER about two years ago. Still trying to figure out how to distract you from the cat.
You are such a monkey, always getting into things and climbing on everything. You adore crawling up stairs, and you especially love little chairs that are just your size. You will make a game out of climbing in and out of a little, child-sized chair, often diving head-first onto the floor in the process. I'm afraid you are going to be quite the daredevil.
Juliet, you bring a little bit of magic into my life. You are a blessing to your daddy and me, and to Scott. I love you more than words can say, my sweet daughter.
Love,
Mommy
This picture makes me laugh.
*I wrote this yesterday, but what with Halloween and all the busyness around here, I only got around to posting it this morning.
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