The Fourteenth Month

Dearest P.,

I feel like you grew up so much this month. Your face changed in a way that made you look so much older. I don’t know what caused it- you didn’t get any more teeth and your hair is still coming in at a snail’s pace- but your Daddy noticed it too. Your Grannie has been saying for months that you were going to be trouble- she has always maintained there was a lot of mischief brewing behind your big brown eyes. This month you made it clear that she was absolutely right! This month was a lot of fun, as I was home with you and your brother and we had a chance to enjoy the summer together, but it was also filled with days where I found myself constantly one step behind you, trying to keep up and predict what crazy thing you were about to do next.

This month you decided you were ready to walk. From the very beginning of the month you were able to take five or six steps independently, and you could take more than forty if you were holding my hand. Mid-month you were up to 11 or 12 steps, and then, almost overnight, you were suddenly walking more than you were crawling. I think the critical factor was you were tired of trying to carry something while crawling and you realized just how much easier and faster it would be to walk. By the end of this month you were getting much faster and much more confident on your feet, even when outside on uneven ground.

Along with your newfound walking abilities came something that caught your Daddy and I completely off-guard. You, my darling girl, are a climber. Your brother was not a climber as a toddler (and still is a cautious child), so we simply weren’t prepared for what you were going to do. Part of your motivation, I’m sure, was trying to keep up with your big brother, but I also think you’re inherently bolder than he was at this age. It started innocently enough at the very start of the month when you finally succeeded in being able to climb onto the couch (something you’d been working so hard to achieve last month) and onto the coffee tables. Less than a week later you figured out how to crawl up onto the cushions at the back of the couch to look out the window, and then two days after that you proved you could stand up and balance on the very back edge of the couch, just like your brother does. That day, in particular, was nothing short of a gong show: not only did I catch you standing on the back of the couch, but you also demonstrated you could climb into your high chair all by yourself (and stand up in it), you managed to push out one of the screens of the living room window and let our (indoor only) cat escape (luckily she was too confused to go far), you got your hands on your brother’s scissors, you pulled off the (small, total choking hazard) metal end of the drawstring of your Daddy’s shorts, did the longest stretch of walking we’d seen to date, and tried to pull the protectors out of the electrical outlets. To top it off, you ate more beef and potato pie at dinner than anyone else in the family! We were all exhausted by the time you went to bed, and your Daddy and I spent that evening setting up a new round of baby proofing.

Despite our best efforts, you keep finding trouble. Two days after the day you gave us so many new grey hairs I found you on the kitchen table- you’re still too small to climb up onto the chairs yourself but you pushed my backpack over next to a chair so you could use it as the first step. The day after that you climbed onto the top of your toy shelf (which required you to climb onto the back of a chair to reach it). And then you discovered how much fun it was to try to climb from the coffee tables directly onto the couches. At the end of the month we were visiting your grandparents and you spent the entire visit climbing in and out of every chair in the backyard. Climbing into your high chair when I wasn’t looking became a game, so we had to institute a new rule that the tray was washed before you were allowed out at the end of every meal, as you can’t get in when the tray’s attached (or at least, not yet). We also had to move your brother’s stool out of the kitchen as you would climb onto it to make yourself tall enough to reach the buttons for the washing machine (luckily you haven’t yet figured out which one turns it on).

By the middle of the month you’d succeeded in learning how to pull the covers off the electrical outlets, which you also thought was a wonderful game. One day your Daddy and I were both in the kitchen and you obviously felt we should be paying attention to you. You pulled both the outlet covers off from the outlet nearest the table and then came around the corner to where we could see you with a huge smile on your face. You brandished the outlet covers at us with a triumphant “Yah!”, knowing full well this wasn’t supposed to be something you were doing. Your Grandpa observed that you have a real cackle of a laugh when you’re intentionally being naughty. I hear it frequently when I’m changing your diaper because you love to try to reach down and grab the old diaper. If you’re successful you’ll then swing it around over your head, so I’ve learned to be much faster at getting it out of your reach!

When not rampaging around the house causing trouble, you’re communicating more and more with us each day. You absolutely hate to be told no, and you cry in frustration when things don’t go as you had planned (such as when your mean Mummy doesn’t let you play with the sunscreen bottle while you’re eating lunch). When you’re eating something you’re really enjoying you have a “yummy yum yum!” sound of appreciation. You never sign “milk” anymore, even though you’re still nursing frequently. You find it’s more efficient to just tap my chest or tug at my shirt. Since that was the only sign you’d adopted with any real consistency I think we have to acknowledge that baby signing isn’t for you. When you don’t want something you have a firm “Na!” with a head shake and a hand to push away the offending item. When you do want something you’ll wave your hand at it while chanting “Mee-ma, mum-ee, ma-ma”.

We went to the zoo this month and we ate lunch near the large water park. Your brother had a blast running around but we thought we’d managed to conceal it from you, as we wanted to make sure you ate a good lunch. After lunch, while we packing up getting ready to go see some more animals, you went over to the stroller and pulled out your spare romper and started putting it on your chest and fussing- it was obvious you wanted to wear it. I wasn’t sure what you wanted but decided to humour you. As soon as you had been changed you started trying to walk to the water park- you had thought the romper was your rash guard! Once we realized what you wanted we put you in your rash guard and you then had a lovely time getting absolutely soaked. I eventually had to remove you from the park, with you protesting mightily, even though you were shaking with cold.

Going to the zoo is always an interesting experience with a very little person, and I have to admit there were quite a few points where we debated getting you out of the stroller and ultimately decided to leave you strapped in because we didn’t think you’d be interested in what we were looking at (“You see that very large grey lump over there, P? Not that one, that’s a rock. And that’s a rock too. But THAT one? That’s a rhino. It’s asleep, so it’s not moving or doing anything at all to distinguish itself from a rock.”). With that said, you did really enjoy the giraffes and the penguins. It was great timing for a zoo visit as just this month you’ve started to become fascinated by animals. You point to all cats and dogs outside and have a “buh buh” noise if we ask you what a dog says (although you seem to think cats say it as well). You also have a “bur” noise for birds when you see them, and if we see a bird in a book you’ll point outside to show that you know we see birds outside. Your favourite books at the moment involve animals: Ten Little Ladybugs, I Am A Bunny, Doggies, Baby Woof Woof, the Bright Babies Animals book, First 100 Animals, and First 100 Words (which has many pictures of animals). This marks a big change from before we went to Australia, when your favourite books were Global Babies and Baby Faces Peek-a-boo. You started choosing your own books at bedtime this month. I put you down on the floor in your sleepsack and you carefully pull out the book you want to read, and then I lift you up into the rocking chair. The book that was chosen most often this month was our utterly battered copy of Baby Woof Woof (battered because your brother loved it so much at this age too). I’ve had to try to repair it with duck tape! You noticed our cat months ago but now whenever you see her you let out a huge high-pitched shriek of excitement (which means that the cat then vanishes almost immediately). The cutest change is you’ve adopted your stuffed koala, Fuzz, as a lovey. We put your blanket bunny, Arsinoe, in your crib last month, and you think she’s all right, but Fuzz you specifically asked to have in your crib (and you just as clearly rejected a stuffed bunny when it was offered). Whenever you see Fuzz you grab him and snuggle him up against your face. It’s adorable.

Once you were over the jet lag at the end of last month you settled back into a predictable routine. Your first nap is still close to 90 minutes long (sometimes it even cracks the two hour mark) and your second nap starts three-and-a-half or four hours after your first nap finishes. I’m a little worried about this as you won’t be able to have two naps once school starts up again- the timings for that second nap won’t work with your brother’s pick up schedule- but you’ve proven to be remarkably adaptable thus far and I can hope that will continue. I noticed this month that your eating has slowed down considerably- I thought at first you were teething, but no new teeth appeared, so it could be that you’re not in a growth spurt or that you’re just moving into the toddler stage of being too busy to eat. It’s especially noticeable with breakfast- you’ve gone right off oatmeal and anything else you usually only take a couple of bites before pulling off your bib and throwing everything off your tray. I’ve started experimenting with giving you your own plate, but I have to be careful to only put a little bit of food on it as the moment you get bored you flip it over (or throw it onto the floor if I’m really unlucky). We’ve also started to give you a spoon. You did really well immediately with a bowl of Cheerios and milk and with soup. Oatmeal and yoghurt have proven to be trickier, I think because they’re a firmer texture and require a bit more dexterity to get them on the spoon. You still nurse before both naps, before bedtime, when you first wake up, and once over night, and you often have smaller snacks in between, especially late in the day if you haven’t slept well. I love that you still get so much comfort from nursing and am in no hurry to wean.

This month saw your first fever- we’re still not sure what caused it, as it came accompanied by a very upset digestive system, which took a full week to get sorted out. The fever was high enough that I was planning to take you to the doctor the next morning when the Tylenol finally started to work. It was one of those rare times when I’m reminded that you only have one kidney because we’re not allowed to give you Advil, and I’ve always found that Advil is much more effective than Tylenol when your brother has a fever. Once the fever finally broke you were still up a lot in the night needing diaper changes and extra snuggles. It was wretched to see you feeling so miserable, but it reminded me how rarely you’ve been sick and how cheerful you generally are.

You spend a lot of time imitating us, and you want to do everything that we do. At the table you reject your sippy cups whenever possible and ask to drink from our glasses (you don’t want your own plastic cups either). If we have ice in our water, you want ice in your water. If we give you a cloth, you will try to wash your own face (although you mostly just rub it in your hair). You have this fantastic “I dunno” gesture where you hold out both your hands to the sides, palms up, and look at us with a quizzical expression. You tend to do this right after you’ve intentionally tossed your sippy over the side of the high chair- it’s like you’re pretending to be surprised that this happened. Your favourite thing to do in the mornings is wrestle with your brother. Usually you’ve woken up before he has, so when he stumbles down the stairs you make a beeline for the couch where he’s sitting. He just wants a few quiet minutes while he wakes up, but you’re too excited once you’ve seen him to do anything but jump on him while shrieking and growling with excitement. He occasionally flees to another room, but as long as he stays on the main floor you will toddle after him and start the game again- you are tiny but determined!

This month was bittersweet, as it was the last full month where I was home with you. All too soon you’re going to be spending three days a week with your nanny, one day a week with your Daddy, and one day a week with me. I know we’ll all get used to the new routine eventually, but right now I know I’m really going to miss our time together. You’re so much fun, and I don’t want to miss a moment.

Love always,
Mummy

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Filed under Letters to P., P.- the second year

One response to “The Fourteenth Month

  1. nonsequiturchica

    Oh boy all of that climbing would freak me out! Thankfully Wes is not doing all of that, but he certainly loves stairs and Izzy’s stools!

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