Letters to Miriam: Eighteen months old


Dear Miriam,

You’re one and a half years old now, and half-birthdays are pretty special for the first couple of decades of your life. I was unprepared for the abrupt transition from baby to toddler around 12 months old….but you had other plans. You turned one, started walking, and a few months later started talking. And definitely haven’t slowed down! You have dozens of words now: naming animals, foods, your family, things you want to do (“Up, walk, down, jump, ride”). You’ve just started putting words together to make mini sentences, like “Mimi walk,” “Big step,” “Blue duck.” You’re constantly babbling, whether we understand you or not, either to us or Elmo or your baby doll.

Your own personality is definitely emerging. You know exactly what you want, and are very persistent. You are independent, and must do everything you can by yourself: “Mimi do!” But with that, you are confident enough to try new things by yourself, too, and will still ask for help when, and only when, you need it. You love figuring out puzzles and new tasks. I hope that self-confidence and independence stays with you, despite the frustrations it can cause the mother of a toddlerūüėČ

You love daycare, your dad and I can barely keep up with what you’re learning there. Suddenly you know your colors, can point out a few letters, and will ask for “aqua” or to wash your “manos.” I’m so happy that you’re thriving and happy there, and it’s often a relief to let you go and wear yourself out playing there since some days you are hard to keep up with!

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Happy Halloween

…from this silly little ladybird. Or ladybug, if you insist on speaking Americanese.


Yep, that’s a ladybird wheely toy she’s on too. You can even see a bit of her ladybird raincoat in the background. We like themes around here. Miri had an exciting day “trick-or-treating” at my work today. She got the hang of grabbing candy out of buckets pretty fast, and although she didn’t get to eat any she sure did enjoy squashing wrapped chocolate bars in her sticky little palms. After the “treating,” her “tricks” included running up and down the hallways as fast as she could then flinging herself onto the floor, protester-style, when I tried to grab her.



Hand, Foot, Mouth, Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease

First, they said, “Don’t worry, adults won’t get it.” But then I came down with a high fever, followed by a painful rash all over my hands and feet…and then Matt was struck by the same thing. Then they said, “Don’t worry, you can only get it once.” But then…

Miriam had a mysterious fever this weekend, spiking to 103.9 on Saturday night. Her little body radiated heat and she moaned/cried in misery while I frantically called the nurse line at Children’s Hospital. She slowly improved on Sunday, still needing some Tylenol but overall feeling much better. She slept really well Sunday night and woke up afebrile this morning. And then…I saw it. The little red bumps all over her bum, and upon closer inspection, a few on her knees, hands, and feet. Even a few on her lips and in her mouth. Hand Foot Mouth Disease, round two.

This time she seems to have a sore throat because she’s not into eating at all, except for bottles of milk. I got her to eat a few bites of oatmeal this morning, a cheese stick this afternoon, and finally at dinner she had some rice and chickpeas.

No one has said, “Don’t worry, you can’t get it a third time” but I wouldn’t believe them anyway. Fingers crossed Matt and I dodge it this time…

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Dining with Miri

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I didn’t feel like cooking last night, Matt didn’t feel like cleaning, and Miri was tired of being in the house all day. So, we went out. Matt didn’t want to bother with the stroller, and squirmy Miri didn’t want to bother with being held, so we just held her hand and she strolled down Market street. First we “browsed” (pulled all the books off the shelves then pressed the “quack” button in the duck book 492 times) in a kid’s bookstore, then we ate at Sam’s Sushi in Ballard. I’m glad we ordered Miri her own food, because she gobbled her sushi and slurped up all the miso soup. And also, I don’t like sharing food. Avocado roll, tamago, rice, and even a bit of pickled ginger were all big hits tonight. My little baby has been replaced with a toddler who walks down the street, reads books, and eats sushi. I swear I only just blinked.

A Day in the Life – 9.19.14

Last year I read about a Day in the Life Photo Challenge, and although I couldn’t get it together to join the Flickr group and post my photos on the right day, I did my own challenge on September 20, 2013. It was just an ordinary day at home for Miri and I, during my maternity leave. I hoped to be able to do it again every six months but here we are, one year later, and I finally remembered to do it. So on September 19 I documented our ordinary day together, trying to take at least one photo every hour. Admittedly, it’s a fairly mundane documentary unless you have a burning desire to know how a 13-month-old spends her days. I remember to take photos of the milestones and big events in Miri’s life, but these “ordinary” days fly by, ¬†merge into each other, and change so fast. I’m glad I’ll have a snap shop¬†of the every-day things.

It’s hard work being a waddler toddler…

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there are boring errands to the post office…


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and then grocery shopping, trying to make healthy choices…

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Then you have to try to put all those groceries away, thank goodness Ted is always willing to lend a paw…

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But lunchtime is always a blast!

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It’s important¬†to make sure that Ardie¬†gets his exercise too…

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Is Daddy home yet?

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Yard work is never done.

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Nothing is funnier than tummy zerbers and tickles from Daddy!

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…then we have to read¬†stories to Daddy before bed.

See the all the photos from our day on in my Flickr album.