I think you could safely say she has me wrapped around her little finger. And as it's a very tiny finger, I wonder how she managed that?! Maybe that says more about me than her, so maybe we won't go there!
She's one year old (Oh, where did the time go?)!
She's an early riser. She started walking a week before she turned one. She loves to look at pictures of faces. She knows how to sign 6 words. She leans in for a kiss when Dean leaves for work. She waves goodbye to any bus or garbage truck she hears. She melts my heart on a daily basis with her smile.
She's still nursing, and I love our bonding time.
I only wish she didn't love it so much and that she would eat more real food. My problem is that I'm thoroughly wrapped around that little finger of hers, and when she signs that she'd like to nurse, well what's there to do but take her out of her high chair and settle down and nurse her? Never mind that we're trying to cut back on the nursing and never mind that there is food for her on her tray. And never mind that some day we are actually going to have quit.
It's not that bad, really. I think she signs 'eat' and 'more' just as often, if not more often, than she signs 'nurse'. So she does eat, but she's just so picky. She wrinkles up her nose at just about everything I put in front of her. This girl won't even drink apple juice! I've found that I just have to wait her out, and she'll eventually eat.
She reminds me of another girl I know that asks for a peanut butter and honey sandwich for her lunch every single day.
This girl loves her baby doll. She signs baby by clasping her hands together in front of her then moving her clasped hands back and forth. Cutest. thing. I've. ever. seen!
Perhaps I should teach her to sign 'sleep'.
Nursing sometimes feels like such a conundrum. I love the quiet moments we have while I'm nursing her. But part of the problem is that I nurse this girl to sleep. At 7 pm, the last thing this household needs is mama hiding out in the bedroom for 25 minutes to nurse the baby to sleep.
Sleep. You'd think I'd have it figured out by now, but no, baby number 5 is still the boss, just like all my other babies have been, even at one year's old.
She's a pretty darn adorable and precious boss, though. I'll keep her.
She is beautiful. The wonder of babies that wrap us up quite tightly. We really need to get up to visit you!
ReplyDeletethese lil ones sure know which strings to pull! what a sweetie!
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