It might have made more sense to do a 15th month post, it being in the middle of 12 and 18 months, but here we are at 16 months and it's a miracle I'm blogging again. Not because any major life-changing event, but because I have been away from my blog for so long. In an attempt to become more consistent, I am here, blogging on Sunday. It seems like the best (and maybe the only) day I will get to it! We just had a talk in Stake Conference on the importance of family history - keeping our OWN family histories - and I felt strongly I needed to blog and do my "end of year" blog book again.
Now my Hannah. First off, 15 months is my favorite age. They are walking, trying to talk, following around the big kids, and still adoring mom. They're like mini people. Almost everything they do fascinates and amazes me. My baby is a genius for her size AND she doesn't talk back yet.
Those little legs hardly seem stable enough to allow her to stay upright as she toddles around after Kelsey and Aiden, and yet, there she is practically running! She is a little parrot, and can say most simple words (if SHE wants to). Her repartee includes but is not limited to:
Hannah (or Anna)
Mama
Dada
Aiden
Kelsey (Kelke)
Oma (meaning Opa or Oma)
Grampy (gampy)
Mimi
ball
car
eye
hair
hand
blankie (dankie or gigi)
thank you
uh-oh
I want... (Iwana)
ouch
chocolate
shoes
socks
hi
bye bye
up
no
hot (so cute when she says this)
cold (also so cute, she hugs herself like she's cold)
water (wa-er)
Cheerio (at least mostly sounds like that)
banana (can you say it while flapping your tongue up and down?)
She'll jabber to you for a good minute or two if you'll let her, but you'll have no idea what she's said. Her intonations are hilarious.
Babies and cars are what she plays with most, and she's just now starting to love her ladybug. Someone has to push her. She loves pushing around the baby stroller and sometimes she wanders out to the street with the kids if they've been naughty and opened the gate.
Her ring and middle fingers and her beloved two blankies are her source of comfort. She's very good at going to bed as long as she has these. Even better if you read to her first. She's very insistent on being read to and will keep asking for more if you let her.
She's pretty tough, which she has to be, having two older siblings.
She loves to do "noses" (an eskimo kiss, where you rub each others nose with your own nose).
She loves her DADDY. She hears his car come up the driveway and runs to the door and yells, "DADA" when he comes in. She hugs him. Ever been hugged by a mini person? It's about the most adorable thing on the planet. So are her kisses.
Diaper changes used to make me feel like I wished I'd grown up in Arkansas (where some of my family is from) and learned to tie a hog. I'd have to wrestle her kicking and screaming the entire time. I've never had a baby like that. NOW that she understands a bit better, I tell her to lay down to get her diaper changed and she circles around the spot and awkwardly lies down. She still doesn't stay for long but at least I don't have to get my lasso.
Her squishy cheeks, toes and thighs and her little personality fill my soul to the brim with joy. There is so much GOOD in the world, and she is part of that. I am so thankful for this little spirit who joined our family 16 months ago. I can't imagine my life without her now!
This is my friend's son, Hugh. If I could arrange her marriage, it would be to him! What a cutie, and I love his parents!
Should I tell her she has toilet paper stuck to her foot?
Too ironic, had to snap a pic.
At first she wasn't so sure she wanted to take pictures
Then she warmed up. Go Cougars!
Watering the flowers
Watching the flowers grow
Where'd the water go?
The little stinker came in and stepped right in my pile while I was sweeping. Good thing she's so cute.