Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Growing Pains

Today I was suddenly overcome with the realization that one day, my sweet baby girl will be a grown up. She will no longer desire me to tuck her in at night, to kiss all over her chubby cheeks, to squeeze her, and hold her as long as possible. No, one day, she won't want any of it. I tried thinking about doing these things to my mom when I was a kid. Of course I don't remember doing it but I'm sure she does. Although, with my mom's record of recollection, I might have a good chance that she doesn't remember... At any rate, I know it will be here before I know it. I might as well cherish the few moments a have in comparison to her lifetime.

My "grown up" baby is on the move. She is walking everywhere and all the time. It isn't too bad keeping up with her yet. She doesn't go far from me if I do let her walk when we are out in public. I know soon enough though, she will see it as a game and want to run from me always.
She has just started to actually point at things, which is so neat. Before, she'd just stick her whole hand out and grunt. Now, she puts her tiny pointed finger out and grunts. It's quite an improvement!
And alas, she has said "momma". Although I don't think she is saying it with any intent on recognizing her primary caretaker, but beggars can't be choosers right? She doesn't really say a whole lot, but I know she understands me. I can tell her to "get her dolly" or "give me that" or "where's your belly?" and she will kindly obey my commands. Sometimes I feel like she is a dog though...always teaching her new "tricks" and constantly showing people. I need to get a bag of treats to start rewarding her with. Some kids focus on different things though...with Avery it's her motor skills instead of speech. Which I'm fine with! I know once she learns words and their meaning, she most likely won't stop talking. I might as well savor the silence.