These are my monkeys, this is my circus. The year somehow flew by, the kids grew in leaps and bounds, yet there were some afternoons and middle-of-the-nights that stretched on endlessly. That’s what they say though, “The days are long, the years are short.”
Miriam is learned to write her alphabet, her name, and all of her friends’ names, is studying cursive, and is on the verge of reading. She is constantly drawing pictures, making art, and “writing” books. Daphne only had a handful of words this time last year, and now prattles on in complete sentences to tell us about her days. She cracks jokes and loves playing with her sister. She took an airplane trip for the first time and still talks about it. They both have so much more hair! House of Baldies no more.
We went to Seabrook, Bellingham, Hawaii, and will be in Canada before the year is out. Matt traveled to many more but less interesting places for work. I went to Silver Cloud for a night and it was the best sleep I’ve had in over four years. We said goodbye to Greta the Jetta and welcomed Wanda the Honda into our lives. We’re both still employed and we kept these monkeys plus a wiener dog alive for the whole year so I can’t think of any greater accomplishment.
It isn’t officially fall until we’ve gotten our flu shots. I got mine at work last week, and this morning I took the girls to our provider’s office to get theirs. Daphne handled it like a champ, and though Mimi was psyched up, she lost it when she realized it was going to be in her arm. It was her first shot in her arm, I was a bit surprised myself. But, she recovered immediately upon seeing the toy prize bin.
Just a few musings to record things the girls are saying these days:
We’ve been watching The Wizard of Oz lately, and by talking about the good witch and the bad witch, discovered that Daphne says witch with a B instead of a W. It’s too cute, do I really have to correct her?
Daddy is out of town for a few days and Mimi is very worried about who is going to do the dishes and clean the kitchen while he’s gone. Can’t decide if this is an overall win or fail on my part…
Twice today while talking to me, Mimi has paused and said “Do we need to have this conversation again?”
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 toddler 😉
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!
…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.
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…
Using the app “1 Second Everyday” I made this video montage highlight reel of Miri’s first trip around the sun, condensed to 39 seconds.