Friday, September 7, 2012
With a summer spent on the road, I skipped posting about the more official milestone of 18 months. Since I find Laura more interesting every day, 20 months seems just as worthwhile to mark.
In so many ways she is still a baby, but of course every day taking strides toward bigger and better things. She tries out new words daily, though many of them sound frustratingly similar ("datu" seems to equal "cracker," "apple" and "diaper," depending on the situation). She loves singing and dancing, rough-housing with Danny, and the book Brown Bear, Brown Bear. She still enjoys riding in the stroller and is remarkably patient about the amount of time she spends in the car. She likes running any and all errands, which makes me think that cabin fever must be a genetic disorder inherited directly from her mom.
She has started to test me in the food department, but finally I feel prepared to handle the challenge. Not a fan of what's in front of you? No problem: go ahead and get down, the meal is over. With soccer and swim practices in full gear, I find us eating dinner with her a few times, which is forcing both of us to expand her mealtime repertoire. I know this to be a very good thing, but also know that the short-term can be a tad painful. On the flip side, she seems to really enjoy sitting with us, especially now that we have retired the high chair and she's literally at the table with us.
Her social network is also growing, between Monday mornings spent with James and Misty and occasional playdates with Jane and Star. When I think back to a year ago, it's pretty incredible how much bigger her world is. This probably explains her continued need to hit the sack early and often. And what an angel she is, when she does. (And yes, she still uses her shirt/dress as her lovey.)