Bella will be 15 months old this weekend. Unbelievable. She is currently climbing on my leg as she "runs away" from Daddy, who is playing with her near me on the floor.
I had the day off from work today, and the Peanut and I ran errands and shopped all day. We went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast, and she shared my scrambled eggs (fed pieces to herself!), grits and maple syrup (yes, I'm a Yankee, I know it) and biscuits and jam. I was also able to sneak a container of her blueberry and pear baby food into the mix. She's getting more picky now. She's also got the word "no" in her vocabulary now and uses it a lot during meal times. Do you want a bottle? "No." (It sounds a lot like "D'oh") Do you want food? "No." Water? "No." Puffs? Yes! But she's not clear on "yes" yet. It sounds like "zess." Or she'll clap or laugh. She is very much into the Gerber Graduates Puffs right now. She's been demolishing a container of apple cinnamon ones for the past few days. Before, she didn't know what to do with them. She'd play with them and scrape them with her fingernails. Now she eats the heck out of them. And makes a mess with them, of course.
Right now she is reaching out to touch our Christmas tree, touching the faux pine needles, saying something I'm not sure about and pulling back her hand, then doing it all over again. Daddy is asleep on the floor near her now. He stayed up until 4 a.m. working on some freelance projects.
Earlier this evening she ate a couple pieces of a Dorito. They went down fine. (You see, she has been struggling with a MAJOR gag reflex since she first tried solid foods.) Then suddenly, a chip touched the wrong part of her tongue, the coughing began, I started to prep for a guyser, she stopped choking ... then spewed on me like the pie-eating contest scene in "Stand By Me." Right in the crotch of my jeans and all over the living room chair. Yuck. Oh well. I'm a mommy now. This is my life.
But things are getting better. She's eating more solid things without gagging or throwing up. She's pulling herself up really well. She's been cruising for a few weeks now. Before she would just stand herself up and stay there. For long periods of time. But now she's cruising. And Grandpa works on walking her around the house. She's still scootching around, but now she's really fast.
And she's talking like crazy. Most of the time it's in her own Bella language. But she's also got quite a few words in her vocabulary.
Dad
Dada (which sometimes means Daddy and sometimes means me, Mommy)
Mamamama (I can get her to say this if I repeat it a lot)
Pop Pop (Grandpa ... new in the last week)
Baba (bottle ... used occasionally ... she likes to sign and click for this one still)
Puff (or something like it ... she loves puffs!)
Cracker (she also loves Gerber Graduates cheese crackers)
Ki-kat (kitty cat)
Sha-pere (Shakespeare ... one of our cats)
Go go go!
Bye bye
Hello
Hi
Duck (practically her first word, which she growls)
Dragon (she also flies like a dragon ... Grandma taught her this one and also how to roar)
Mermaid (Grandma is working on this with her)
No
Yes (zess)
I've also heard her say "Tigger" and "bear" for Pooh Bear. I also think she said "Santa" recently.
She's amazing. I know every parent thinks their child is brilliant, but can you blame them? It's like the Police song says: "Every little thing she does is magic." And that is so true. I love witnessing how she is discovering and learning the world. Right now she's simultaneously talking to the Christmas tree, shaking her container of cheese crackers, pulling all the items out of her diaper bag and trying to open a jar of mac and cheese. And putting a container of her veggies under the tree. Scratch that; she's piling ALL her baby food under the tree. It is a merry Christmas!
May Santa fill all your stockings with stage 2 sweet potatoes and apple sauce.
-Minda
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