18 months

Monday, November 17, 2014

Ava bug at (almost) 12 months old
Photo Cred: Chloe Photography

These are the first words in this post and I am already crying. They aren't sad tears, but very much happy tears. My perfect little girl is 18 months old today. She is one year and six months and I cannot believe it. I think back on those days of pregnancy and the first few days after she was born, and I can't help but giggle. I was so nervous and anxious about this tiny little baby, and here we are a year and a half later, and we are doing just fine. She teaches me so much you guys. That's the best part of parenting; continuing to learn about life from your kids.

There is something completely moving about having the privilege to see the world through a child's eyes. I look at her in admiration and often times "awe" because of the reactions and expressions she makes about our everyday world. The past month zoomed by (of course), and there really isn't a whole lot to report. Ava continues to show her sensitivity, kindness, and precocious tendencies on a daily basis. If she happens to see me in an emotional place (more than likely because of something new she's done), she comes up and wraps her arms around me, or sometimes she blows me a kiss. When she hears, "I love you Ava bug" she comes running with puckered lips. Her hair has gotten so much longer, and I try to put it up when she lets me. She's gained over three pounds since her first birthday, and we are slowly but surely trying a new food at least once a week.

We work with older toddler geared games now. We work on body parts (just for refreshers), colors, shapes, numbers, letters, and words. We even taught her the hokey pokey the other day and she absolutely loved it. She is the biggest imitator ever as of late. Whatever we do, she does, so we make sure to stay on our P's and Q's when baby is up. She loves brushing her teeth, she loves letting daddy brush her hair, and she has become quite the puppy lover. She let's us know when she's hungry, thirsty, or tired, and she definitely let's us know when she wants to be entertained. Tantrums have made a comeback, and they are still the saddest thing ever.

It happens when she's tired or frustrated and  I feel so bad for my bug. I don't swarm to pick her right up, I give her a few moments to collect herself. I tell her I can't understand her when she's talking like that, and I wait for her to gain a bit of composure. She continues to test the waters with what she can touch and do. This happens when we are out, mainly. Ava knows what's okay to touch while we are at home. Her favorite thing in the world right now is calling her dad, or grandma on the telephone. It's actually really cute, and she's been doing it for months now... it doesn't get old. She literally sits and has a conversation with her daddy every morning after he's finished PT.

I still can't believe that my child is officially closer to being a two year old, than a one year old. I didn't think this day would arrive so quickly, but now that it has, I'm sincerely filled with the pride and joy I get from raising this little girl. Happy 1.5 Ava bug! Your mama loves you more than words, more than stars, more than all the trees in the PNW.

Ava bug at (almost) 18 months
Photo Cred: Yours truly

Happy Monday all!

♥- Leilani

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