Guess where I am?! Over 10,000 feet in the air on my way to
for work. I suspect right now you’re beginning your morning at daycare, yogurt in your tummy and playing alongside Thomas, Abigail and the other babies. Arizona
Your dad and I are having the time of our lives with you: every week you dazzle us with something new. You absolutely adore music. We signed you up for a music class at daycare every Tuesday, and your teachers are tickled by how much you dance! You sway and bob your head to the beat and bat your arms: you shake maracas and bells and twirl scarves. You love anything with a strong beat and constantly shake your head to the jazzy scat that plays from your Leapfrog toy table. The other night we put on house music – a nice club mix – and we had a dance party in the living room. Well, after all of this dad ordered a whole set of baby instruments from Amazon (I think for him as much as for you), which I believe you’re receiving in the mail today! Can’t wait to see the concert when I get home.
Your therapy is going well, and you are making small (but marked!) improvements. We try to work with you every evening on tummy time and your transitions (you still don’t quite know how to get from laying to sitting, from laying to rolling, and from sitting to crawling). You still refuse to crawl and scoot everywhere now; we’re supposed to dissuade this – and most of the time we do, putting you once again in the crawling stance to develop your stomach and arm muscles – but sometimes you’re beaming as you scoot from one toy to the next and we don’t have the heart to fight you. Some days your head tilt is quite noticeable, and then I won’t notice anything for days on end. Your neck range of motion is good as you’re building those neck muscles slowly but surely.
What I love most about going to therapy is watching you in the waiting room. I’ve noticed this too at daycare when you’re in the “drop off” room with older toddlers: you lock your eyes on those older kids and are positively enraptured by what they do. It’s almost as if we can see your little mind working overtime figuring out what these “cool” older kids are all about. In the waiting room you whip your head from left to right so you don’t miss any of their antics. Many of the kids in the waiting room are very curious and outgoing and come up to you and ask your name. We tell them “Annie” and one boy said, “You don’t look like an Annie!” You just continued to stare at him in wonderment, watching as he jumped around the room and hung on to his mother’s legs.
Daddy loves walking with you: he holds your hands and you take wobbly steps. Our therapist chastised him, though! She said you need to learn your basics, first, and to concentrate on building those stomach and arm muscles! Of course, your father didn’t listen and still continues walking around the living room with you. You love it, too, and you both mimic each other’s grins as you put one foot in front of the next. You’re also “cruising” around our new square ottoman; you love the thrill and the challenge of rounding those corners.
I’ve noticed you’re more vocal with your displeasure. You do a particularly loud shriek when your diaper desperately needs to be changed (the last time in Wegman’s when I needed to finish shopping, and girl, you were not pleased!), and another shriek when you are dissatisfied. Although you’re willful (which we love), we are still constantly impressed on how you take your colds in stride. You sure have a lot of poise for someone with snot running down her little nose; I think you get that from your father who refuses to admit he’s sick unless he’s absolutely bedridden. (I’m a different story!)
We’re trying to transition you to more finger foods and two nights ago I made you a big plate of little cut-up carrots, string beans and shredded chicken. You tried it but weren’t impressed and then swept the contents of the plate onto the floor for Penny. Well – we tried. Sometimes you love finger foods, but it’s touch and go. We’re trying to introduce more as we heard you’re picking up and stealing food from the other babies at daycare! The other day I was sitting on the floor with you and Penny and you both stopped what you were doing because I had a banana in hand – both you and the dog go bananas for bananas! So we all sat there – the three of us – and shared the fruit.
You still adore Penny, and although she’s such a sweet and gentle dog, she’s not one for playing. You scoot over to her and she promptly gets up and moves to the other side of the room. You frown and I think she just doesn’t know what to make of you, but she always bounds out of the house excited to greet you at the end of the day, showing her love by jumping up and licking your little toes.
My little work trips, and daycare drop offs, are getting harder as your personality blossoms. I think your father said it best with, “She’s just the coolest person I know.” We can hardly believe your big one-year bash is less than a month away. Happy 11 months, Annie – we love all of you: your shrieks, your (almost) toothless grins, and your ceaseless wonderment as you begin to explore this big, wide world in front of you.