Letter to Anna: Month Thirteen

Dear Anna,

Well, I think it’s safe to say that we’re officially living with a toddler and long-gone are the days of having a newborn, baby, or infant in our home. You are developing more and more of your own little personality each day and it’s amazing to see what a fun, happy, observant, and loving little girl you are becoming. You are *this* close to walking and routinely take 4-5 steps on your own. Your perfectionism keep shining through and you will quickly lose confidence and resort to crawling or grab onto the nearest hand, couch or table. Just like with crawling, though, I have a feeling you’re perfecting your moves in that head of yours and one day we’ll turn around and will be running after you, scratching our heads and wondering when *that* happened.


You love to spend time with adults and other kids alike, but you are also starting to really enjoy independent play and will often sit by yourself at home and read a book, talk to your stuffed animals, or play with a puzzle. You especially love to read and have favorite books, favorite pages within those books, and big ideas on how fast to turn the pages. Your favorites at the moment are anything with other babies, animals, and/or Brown Bear Brown Bear. You continue to be a perfectionist and will get frustrated with yourself at times if you can’t make something happen right then, and will occasionally let out a squelch of irritation or frustration. This usually happens if you can’t work a puzzle the way you want it, turn a page fast enough, stack blocks “just so”, or fit a shape through its respective hole. You’re also becoming independent in other areas and at times I feel like I’m wrestling an alligator. Like diaper changes, or putting your jammies on after a bath; talk about cruel and unusual punishment! That’s really the only time you fuss is when we’re “forcing” you to put on a clean diaper, get dressed, or divert you from that power cord in the study that is calling your name.
 

You’re more interactive by the day and it’s amazing to see how quickly your mind works.  You can clap your hands, give us five (or twenty-five, we like to say, because you don’t stop with just one) and give a kiss and/or hug when we ask.  You also recognize toys, food (you squeal when you see the Cheerios box), people, and places.  You love to imitate noises we make such as coughing, blowing raspberries, and some animal noises.  You love to laugh with (ok, most likely AT) me when we read your animal books and I tell you the sounds each respective animal is responsible for making.  You *especially* love the pig and will imitate that immediately; it’s just about the cutest thing ever.  You also love to play peek-a-boo and will take charge if we’ll let you, waving whatever is hiding your face so quickly that we can barely get “peek...” out before you’re laughing at us with that toothy grin.  You will routinely crawl or walk into a room and just start laughing; your giggle is infectious! 

You and your Dad have a strong bond and have developed several “games” that are special between the two of you, meaning that if I try to blow raspberries on your tummy during the middle of playtime, it’s just not nearly as funny as when Dad does it as he’s pretending to “get you.” If Dad’s home when we get home, you squeal when he opens the car door to get you out. If he’s not home, you start to jump up and down and squeal when he walks in the door and will move as quickly as you can to get to him. It’s pretty adorable and I could sit and watch you two interact all day long.

Physically you’re growing up as well ... you moved up to the Jellyfish (toddler) room at school where you are learning even more, have a ton of toys to play with, and have outside or gym-time twice a day. The change was hardest on me, and you moved over like a champ and are thriving. You’re fully weaned and are drinking whole milk out a sippy cup at meals and with snacks. You decided to drop the morning nursing session right before we left for Florida a couple of weeks ago and although I was nostalgic when it happened, it was the right time for everyone. You love most table food, have six teeth (4 on the top, 2 on the bottom) and are even starting to explore using a spoon to feed yourself. It came as no surprise that you knew exactly what to do the first time I gave you a spoon with food on it, you love feeding yourself.

Speaking of Florida, your Dad and I survived our first trip without you, four days, three nights, and a plane-ride away. Your Gigi came to Cincinnati and stayed with you and you had.a.blast! We had to leave before you were awake to catch our flight, but had a text picture proving you were up, happy, and ready to have a ball with before we even got to our gate. You didn’t fuss once, and the videos and pictures we received proved that you were having the time of your life. I love that you have a special bond with your Grandparents and as I told your Gigi, to know your child is in good hands is priceless, but knowing that they are having *so* much fun while you’re away is like winning the lottery 100 times over.

You’re growing so much every day, it’s just amazing.  It’s hard to think of you this time last year and remember that your days were spent snuggling with Mom, nursing and sleeping.  And now you’re almost ready to walk.  The last few nights before bed your Dad and I have set up camp about 5 feet apart from each other and for 10-15 minutes we’ll let you walk between us.  You’re hilarious with excitement and thrilled beyond belief, it’s definitely the best part of my day.  You generally take 2-3 good steps and then lunge toward us, expecting to be caught, and laughing the entire time.  I love that you want to be so close to us and want you to know that whatever happens, ever, we’ll always be here to catch your fall. 

Love,
Mom