ZoeBear is about to be 14 months old in a few weeks. 14 months old. She is becoming a toddler before my very eyes.
When I ask her a question she answers effortlessly with a “yes” or “no”. Sometimes it’s words. Sometimes it’s a shake of her head. But, it is always accurate. Even if it’s some random question like when we got home from Michigan, “Did you go on an airplane ride?” “Yes”, “Are you glad to be home?” “Yes”, “Do you want peaches?” “No”…it’s kinda ridiculous. She has an opinion about everything….and I love it.
She’s figured out pretty much everything about the house. She has favorite spots. She has favorite toys. She has favorite books and we have to read those books over and over and over again. It’s really quite fun. She takes her books to her special chair and reads them. Too adorable for words. Oh, and she has favorite musicians. She loves music of all types and genres right now, but she is a particular fan of rock. I swear, she is her father’s child. We have dance parties all the time. Every day. Every time we’re in the car. I’ve never danced so much in my life. More importantly, I’ve never danced like such an idiot in my entire life. But Zoe laughs…and I’d do anything for that laugh, including
flailing around like an idiot dancing in the middle of an aisle at Marshall’s.
Temper tantrums have begun to appear in our house too. Not anywhere near what they’re going to be, but we can see the potential. Right now a short little pout happens if she doesn’t get something she wants. Sometimes there’s tears. Sometimes just screaming. And sometimes just a puppy dog look that she’s mastered. Speaking of puppy dog look, she’s trying to learn the tools of manipulation. It must be natural…proof that we’re born sinners. She’s incredibly obedient the vast majority of the time, but occasionally she’s none to happy about a decision I make…say, whether or not she can touch the electrical socket. So, after being told “no” a few times and crawling away she will go back to the source of conflict and she will nod her head “yes” the entire time that she’s crawling there, she’ll continue nodding as she reaches her hand for it, and she’ll still be nodding “yes” as she looks at me for that final permission she just knows is right around the corner. It doesn’t work…but she’s determined to master this trick. =)
Independence is right around the corner. She took a few steps last week. She took a few more the next day. She hates it when we try to make her walk. She lifts her legs up under her armpits and refuses to put them on the floor. Walking is going to come on her terms…just like everything else. She’s also learning how to use a spoon right now. Fun stuff! It’s a mess!!!!!
Last week I let her use a spoon for breakfast and lunch…which means that she had 2 baths in the sink by 12:30 in the afternoon. Today, after a breakfast of yogurt and a nutrigrain bar she had her bath in the sink, and then I asked if she wanted to just run around naked. She said yes….so she did. =) I love times like that.
I love these changes. I love the toddler that’s developing before my eyes. I love her sweet sweet spirit that is the undercurrent of all these changes. I love that she is the most joyous person I have ever met. I love her incredible laugh. I love that when she sits in her stroller she sits leaning forward, her hands resting on the tray in front of her as she takes in every sight and sound that she can.
What can I say?
I just stinkin’ love this girl.