You turned 15 months old on Friday, August 27.
Anyway, you are 15 months now and you continue to evolve and change by leaps and bounds every month. The big difference between this month and last would be your vocabulary and ability to communicate.
You talk. Like, a lot. Your vocab grows by a one to two words everyday and I quit keeping track of your words midway through the month after I filled up two grocery list pages. I would say you know around 50-60 words. Of those words, maybe only 15-20 could be understood by everyone (mama, dada, bye-bye, shoe, hair, eye, nose, ball, uh oh, meow, etc.) and the rest are your own special pronunciation. One of my favorite Bella-pronunciations is the way you say swimsuit: "Schwi-shoo!" This talking thing is just thrilling to witness. You now say help and please (well, you'll say please with prompting) and all I can say is WOW, baby girl. (And if you heard me say wow out loud, you would look at me and say wow right back.)
It feels so amazing to communicate with you through words. Now you can tell us things and share your preferences. Just yesterday you pulled a dress out of your drawer, called it a shirt (an honest mistake as your dresses do tend to be on the short side given your genetic predisposition to the ultra-long torso) and then when I asked you if you wanted to wear it, you said "uh huh" and held up your arms so I could put it on you. This blows my mind. You are an actual thinking PERSON. It's amazing. You're amazing.
Your language development has meant further development of your sense of humor. Sometimes you are purposefully trying to be funny or silly, but other times you just crack us up with your response. Like when we ask you how old you are. Do you know what you say, my one year/15 months old baby? You say, very clearly I must add, that you are two. TWO! Already lying about your age.
The weird thing is that we didn't teach you to say that, it was just something you started doing all on your own. You are fully capable of saying one, but, no, you say you are two. Maybe you like to say two because it sounds like shoe? And, lord knows, you certainly like shoes. Anyway, who knows why you do it; I just know it makes me laugh.
You have also decided that burps and toots are super funny. (Or, as your grandmother would horrifyingly say: burps and bottom burps. You can thank me right now for not making you use the term "bottom burp" growing up.) You laugh and say "burr" when your daddy or I burp and you will also fake-burp on command. I love, too, that you proudly announce your toots with a "TOOT!" and a grin. I could pretend your father was responsible for teaching you these behaviors, but it was all your mama.
You remain an adventurous eater (note the LIME in your mouth in the picture above), and blueberries are by far (BY FAR!) your favorite food. I have to hide them until the end of the meal and even then only bring out a small handful, otherwise you are yelling out "Boo-bewwy" the entire meal. This blueberry consumption, however, has some not-so-delightful consequences - the kind of consequences that lead you to announce "poopy" in your special Darth Vader voice a few times during the day. It's blue poopy. For real. Blue poopy.
Hmmm. Let's talk about something more pleasant. Like...
Your hair, Bella! Oh, your hair.
So I guess that's what's going on with you right now. I am your side kick throughout the day as you demand more blueberries and book-reading, talk up a storm and are just so cute I could eat you up with a spoon. We have a lot of fun and I'm thankful to get to spend most of my time with you. It's interesting, this stay-at-home-parent business. I still love it, in spite of the challenging dump-all-your-water-on-the-floor, throw-a-tantrum-over-not-being-able-to-open-the-DVD-drawer, and the occasional resist-your-nap-with-a-passion moments. Sure there are dud times, but there are a lot of indescribably sweet moments, too. We sat on the couch last week, you tucked into my side, and we were sharing a snack of some cheese and I thought to myself, "I love my job." I love my job, because my job is not work. My job is just life and I love my life all the more because you are in it.
A couple days ago we were driving along in the car and I couldn't handle another second of your beloved toddler music ("This is the way we mash potatoes!"), so I turned the radio to country music. Yes, mama secretly likes country. I know. It's, like, sooooo embarrassing. Anyway, this Darius Rucker song came on and suddenly I'm nearly sobbing in the car. The song was about babies growing up and parents seeing time slip away and, well, it hit home. Because that song is right. It won't be like this for long. So I gotta make sure to soak it in; take in this wonderful golden moment in your life and our life together.
And look at that. I'm crying again.
I love you. So much.
Mama




















