You were fifteen months old a few days ago, and on that day you finally gave into the pressure and said Mama. (You said Dada too, but he has his own blog.) I think my heart skipped several beats when I heard you say Mama and slowly realized that you meant it, you meant me. Second only to your amazing laugh, it is the most fabulous sound I have ever heard. I can hardly wait for you to learn more because I am dying to hear what you have to say.
We have spent a lot of time outside this month. You have befriended several of the neighborhood kids and like to follow them around for as long as they will put up with you. If there isn't anybody outside to play with you set off for one of the two playgrounds in our neighborhood. You know the way to both of them on your own and I find myself nearly jogging along behind you as you beat a very determined path to your beloved swings. On the way home, we always stop at the house behind ours to wave at Luke Doggy. Luke Doggy is very old and just wants to sleep, but I think we are growing on him. He seems to smile these days when he hears you shrieking at him.
You are a very particular child. At the playground we always swing, climb the stairs, go down the slide, sit on the bench, and then leave. Always in that order and god help anyone who tries to get in the way. One day a week or two ago you forgot to sit on the bench before you left the playground and once we were a few steps away we had to turn around and go back so you could do it. The only problem with the playground is that sometimes you get your hands dirty, and you hate having dirty hands.
You communicate very well, nod yes or no and usually mean it. You know and use a number of signs, some that you have taught yourself. As near as I can figure, you sign eat, drink, more, all done, down, shoes, socks, swing, star, refrigerator, apple and flower. It's a pretty limited vocabulary, I admit, but it is better than nothing.
You have gotten very interested in imitating people this month, and every move I make I can turn around and watch the pint-sized version. You love to sweep and vacuum, to wipe the floor and the countertops, and to brush your hair and teeth (with my brushes). In the mornings, you steal my face cream from the counter in the bathroom, carry it over to the toilet, and then pretend to put some on your hands and rub it on your face.
I was a little amazed when you started pretending, I just assumed you would need to be a little older than you are. You have lots of pretend games that you play though. My favorite is when you give your dolls or stuffed animals a taste of your drink or your snack and make eating or drinking motions and yummy noises while you do it.
You were sick a lot this month, an ear infection, a cold, a sinus infection, a new molar, and a pile of books dropped on your head by Mommy. Sorry about that last one. We spent a lot of time at the doctor this month. At your well-check a few days ago, he told us that in another couple of months you would be able to follow directions, like "go get that book and take it to Daddy." He was a little surprised when we told him you had been doing that for months. He also said you were "really a pretty girl" and he sees lots of babies so I am going to take that as an expert opinion.
Bugaboo, you are such fun right now. I have always enjoyed spending time with you, but now I really look forward to the things we get to do together each day. I love to run around the neighborhood with you and I love when you go get a book and climb into my lap so I will read it and I love when you wander off to play on your own and look annoyed if I interrupt you. I am so grateful that I have this opportunity to be with you, it is by far the greatest thing I have ever done and the most fun I have ever had. Thank you for being wonderful, beautiful you.
(Mama, that's me, you said it.)