The thirteenth month

Continuing my approach of “better late than never” when it comes to these…

Dearest P.,

This was a very exciting month, as it marked your very first time travelling to see your Daddy’s family in Australia. The exceptionally long flights and the resulting jet lag weren’t fun at all, but I’m afraid you’re just going to have to get used to it, as you’ll be making that trip every two years for your entire childhood. The flight there was during our usual night, so we changed you into pjs in the departure lounge while we were waiting to board the plane. You had a lovely time climbing all over the seats without incident, but you managed to fall off a heating duct near the window and get carpet burn on your forehead just as I was putting on the Ergo to load you up for the plane. The flight itself was very tiring: just like your big brother on his first trip you came down with a severe case of Mummyitis and wanted nothing to do with your Daddy. You were happy to nurse and sleep for much of the flight, although you got very manic when you were awake and tired. Mummy and Daddy were so relieved when the plane finally landed. Little did we know that we had a much worse ordeal lying in wait for us on the return journey. The flight home is a day flight, which meant that it should have been easier to entertain you as we didn’t have to worry about passengers sleeping nearby, the lights were all on, and the window shades were up. It was, your Daddy and I agree, the worst flight we’ve ever experienced. You couldn’t nap well and then didn’t sleep well when your body thought it was night. Our best guess is that you slept a total of seven hours, in four stretches, over a twenty-four hour period. The lack of sleep meant that, although you did have lots of periods when you were happy to play (and we were able to take advantage of the fact that we had a spare seat where you could sit), there was also a lot of crying. But, as I kept saying to your Daddy, we’ll never see any of those people ever again and we never have to take a toddler to Australia again!

The good news is you handled the jet lag much better than your brother did at this age. When we arrived you had a few mornings where you got up for the day well before 6 a.m., but you were mostly sorted out by the third night, which is pretty impressive. We took a hilarious video of you falling asleep in the high chair the first evening we were there. We were trying to get you through to a regular bed time and you were fading fast! (Your brother had already taken himself off to his room a couple of hours earlier “for a little rest” and passed out.) You also had a much easier time on the return journey because we’d learned from our mistakes when we’d taken your brother to Australia when he was a toddler. Instead of trying to establish bedtime first, we focused on getting a 12 hour “day” (even if that “day” started at 11 a.m.) and then gradually worked to align that “day” with our home time zone. You did have a few nights where you were up for an hour or so in the night, but you were content to snuggle and nurse before going back to sleep.

You had a wonderful time in Australia! Your relatives were so pleased to meet you. We had an official first birthday party where you slept through the main course and then refused to eat any of the cake your Aunty had baked for you (a yellow dump truck at E’s request), except for the strawberries. You loved watching your cousins run around (you were clearly very keen to run around with them, but not keen enough to start walking while we were there!) and you had so much fun playing on your Granny’s lawn. You also loved going to the beach. You were very good about not eating sand, although I did have to keep an eye out for pebbles- apparently they were tastier. We had gorgeous weather- one day you played in the rock pools only wearing a diaper, even though it was winter. We went to the Blue Mountains, went out on the family boat, took the train, ate Yum Cha in Chinatown (your favourite was the minced pork that came with the green beans), and did lots of hiking. You loved riding in the Ergo, but you wouldn’t nap well, and you also started trying to take off your hat whenever you thought we weren’t paying attention.

When you weren’t jet lagged, this was a pretty good month for sleeping. With the exception of a few days right at the end of our trip (explained by the appearance of tooth number 6 the day after we got back), for most of this month you consistently slept through until 4:00 or 4:30 before nursing and then going back to sleep until around 7:00. You still need two naps. The first one is usually around 9:30 or 10:00 a.m. and lasts for about an hour and a half, and then you’re ready for your second nap three hours after you wake up from your first. That second nap is sometimes only thirty minutes and sometimes an hour and a half- it’s much less predictable.

You made the jump this month from babbling to jargoning- you sound like a little creature out of Star Wars most of the time. You’re clearly speaking in full sentences, with syntax and emphasis, but we have no idea what you’re saying! The jargoning also started right after we arrived home, so it’s possible that the horrific homeward flight was largely a result of teething and a developmental leap. You started making a hilarious growling noise this month, which has meant we’ve started asking whether there is a tiger in the house (which you think is equally funny). You’re really not that interested in signing, unlike your brother. You’ve largely stopped using the milk sign and will just crawl over and tug at my shirt. “More” still isn’t consistent and you prefer to pull off your bib rather than using “all done”. If you want something in particular you make it clear through pointing and fussing. This month you developed clear interrogative “dere” and “dat” noises when you were pointing and wanted something identified (which is pretty much all the time). You also have a strong “na!” with a head shake for no, a “nigh nigh” for “night night” (with waving, although not consistent) and an “ah da” sound for “all done” that your Daddy and I belatedly realized was actually your first word as it’s the same sound you’ve been making since you were just under nine months old. Most exciting (for me) this month was the development of a clear “Mumm-mee” (as opposed to “ma” or “mama” or “mum mum”) when you want me. You have the sweetest little voice and I never get tired of listening to you chatter away.

You love standing and will walk holding on to our hands (something I swore I’d never do and refused to do with your brother). By the end of the month you were confidently walking around holding just one of my hands and were taking two or three steps independently. I know you’re going to walk soon, because it was clear in Australia you’re a FOMO baby- you hated watching your brother run around with your cousins knowing that you couldn’t crawl fast enough to keep up. You also wanted desperately to ride on their scooter and would try to climb on to it any time it was available. You are obsessed with your brother’s baseball cap and try to put it on your head whenever it’s left lying around. You also try to put on your own hat before we go out and put your socks on your feet- you occasionally meet with some success with your hat but the socks are proving to be more troublesome.

You can stack rings and fit three shapes into a shape sorter, but you get bored easily with both activities. You’re also still not very interested in sitting and listening while I read you stories. You’ll choose books from your shelf and hand them to me, but you tend to take them back and close them almost immediately (only to then hand them back to me again a minute later, and so on). You’re much more interested in mastering physical challenges: you’re desperate to be able to climb up onto the couch, and although you can get one knee up, you can’t quite manage it yet. You love to play games with people: while in Australia you started doing downward dog with your head right on the floor so you could look back between your legs. If I bent over to look back between your legs at you and said “boo!” you would howl with laughter. You try to catch the attention of everyone you see when we’re out. Even on the airplane, you were trying to make friends by peeking between the seats at the people sitting behind us (on the flight to Australia we were lucky enough to have experienced grandparents in that row who were more than happy to engage with you at all hours). When your plans are thwarted or you’re told no, you’ve now mastered a fake cry that comes complete with a monkey face where you push out your lips. It is very hard not to laugh when you do it, which of course only makes you more insulted.

You remain a very cheerful little soul with a very big personality. I’m so glad you joined our family- we can’t imagine our lives without you.

I love you very much, my darling girl.

love always,
Mummy

 

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