You celebrated your first Christmas and New Year's in true Miriam style: wanting to do what everyone else is doing. You will follow someone and hang on to their pants until they pick you up, and you crawl pretty fast, now, so you're good at cornering us. You especially love to play with whatever Corbin is playing with, which is sometimes fine and sometimes not. I'll try to distract you with a different toy, but sometimes that backfires when Corbin gets distracted, too.
This month, you learned how to feed yourself Cheerios, and now you refuse to eat anything that you have not put into your own mouth. If I come toward you with a spoon, you immediately start flailing your arms around. It's a pretty effective defense; your baby-fu is strong. I would be happier about this development if I hadn't just made you 38 gallons of pureed vegetables. So I've been scrounging around to find finger foods for you until I can switch meal gears for you.
You have two teeth now. You're still pulling up on everything, but I've also seen you stand on your own for a moment, too. I've also watched you climb up onto a box of books to get at the television remote. I have a feeling that you're going to be a determined kind of kid. Fortunately, you're also a happy kid. You like to play peek-a-boo, and get tickled, and we always get big smiles when you see us. You have a funny laugh, kind of a burble-y giggle, and also this strange inhaling whistle-moan that always makes us laugh. You're hard to hold on to sometimes. When you get excited, you try to bounce up and down, and you're liable to head-butt whoever is holding you. When you see something that you're interested in, you'll just lean toward it all of a sudden. If there's ever a story that ends with you getting dropped on your head, it will be because of that.
There are things that make you grumpy, of course. You don't like laying down to be changed, and you don't like being in your car seat, and you don't like being in your high chair. Your first reaction to any of those is to arch your back and cry. So we have to spend a couple of minutes distracting you somehow before you'll relax.
You are also figuring out how books work. You like that they open and close, but sometimes you close them and then get this confused look on your face as if that's not what you expected. We have a couple of lift-the-flap books that you are getting pretty familiar with, but you're not as into the touch-and-feel books yet. It's nice to see you choose a book to play with, though.
We had a good month, this month. Obviously there was a lot happening. We went to the Children's Museum, and you had fun watching all of the activity going on around you. When Adrian and Annika came over, you had fun palling around with Ani. It was your first big snowfall and your first holidays.
I haven't written very much to you in the last couple of blogs. I've been thinking about why that might be. Sometimes when I'm writing to you, I think about how you're the last baby that we're planning on having, and so a lot of these milestones are the last time we're going to experience them. Yours is the last Baby's First Christmas or Baby's First Tooth. You're the last baby that I'll watch learn to sit up and then crawl and then stand. You're the last baby that I'll nurse. I'm already planning which friends I will give away your clothes to, and all of the baby gear that you will outgrow soon. So even though I love watching you learn and grow, I know that pretty soon baby time, with all of it's joys and frustrations, will be over. It's a little bit sad and so I've been avoiding talking about it. But I don't want you to feel as though we haven't been paying attention, so I promise to write more from now on.
Love,
Mom
PS: See what I did, there?
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