She’s obsessed with her high tops. She seems to have inherited her mamas love for shoes.
Today for the first time in far too long I strapped this child to my chest and set out on a walk. I was quickly reminded of how fast she’s grown, how small she was when just a year ago I started walking with her every day. Her feet now hang down well past my hips, quietly tapping against my legs as I walk. Her head now comes up to my nose. Her weight, oh that I knew had increased but her height, that sneaks up on you. She still likes being carried in the Ergo, one of the few baby-esque things she still allows. Last March she was so tiny as we walked. Not yet able to sit up, not yet eating food. What a different child she is in such a short span of time. It’s funny how differently time passes when you have a child around to measure it by.
Today we sat on the couch, watching people walk their dogs as she exclaimed loudly each time one passed. She heard the snow plow and quickly scurried up on the couch to peer out again and see what she was missing. She feeds the dogs. She helps unload the dishwasher. She throws away garbage. She puts her cup of milk in the fridge when she’s done with it. She tells me when she needs to go potty. She’s rounding the corner on halfway to two and I can’t believe how quickly it’s all going. Soon I won’t have a baby, or a toddler. Soon I will have a little girl.
She got her last Synagis shot today. Ever. I felt like throwing her a party. No more trips to the doctor every four weeks for two jabs and lots of tears. If only I could have explained that to her. Her fear of all medical personnel seems to be intensifying.