My dear little lady,
How are we already four months away from your SECOND birthday?! It feels like we were just celebrating your first, and now here we are finishing up summer which means pretty soon Halloween costumes, Thanksgiving dinner, and BOOM… your Christmas Eve birthday will be upon us before we know it.
You are overflowing with personality these days. You have always been a spunky little half pint, smiling, giggling and chasing after all the big kids like a little pup who thinks she’s much larger than she really is. But now you also have this ever-expanding vocabulary to match your energetic personality and it has everyone around you in stitches all day long. Although you may look like a 10-month old in size (yes, you are still about that small), there’s no doubt you are much older than that as soon as you start chattering — “Mommy, I want some, please!” “Brady, share.” “Mommy, I want ‘Let it Go’ song.”
I could go on and on about how silly, chatter-y, and funny you are these days, but let me cut to the chase and give you the run down on *all* things Baby Gagette at 20 months of age…
At 20 months old, you like:
- Monkeys. Songs about monkeys, books about monkeys, shows about monkeys. Hey, did I mention you REALLY like monkeys?! Also “quack quacks,” penguins, and animals, in general.
- Shoes. I hate to make you sound like such a stereotype, but you are completely fascinated with shoes in a way your brother never was. Currently you are enamored with a tiny pair of miniature wedges Auntie Annie & Mum got you that are two sizes too big, but you still insist on wearing. If it makes you feel any better, you are also equally as fascinated by trucks and trains!
- Chalk. Chalk on the sidewalk, chalk on the chalkboard, chalk on the walls (yeahhh, we are working on that last one)… you love to express yourself through color.
- Books. These days you will just sit down on your own and start reading to your stuffed animals.
- Music and dancing. Just like your brother, you love to get up on the “stage’ (aka the ledge in front of our fireplace) and put on performances for anyone willing to watch. When the music stops, you always demand “Moh! Moh!” in the two seconds between songs.
- Cooking and baking. You are no longer content to watch me prep things from your high chair. You insist on pulling a big chair up to the counter so you can help mix, measure, sort, and sift.
- Showers. Since we swim so much in our pool during the summer, I started bringing you in the shower with me afterwards just to rinse off and you seem to really like it. You still prefer all the playtime you get during a bath, but it’s a nice alternative when we don’t have as much time.
- Playdoh. You get extremely excited when the Playdoh kits come out, and I think we’re at the point now where you mostly play with it, rather than try to ingest it.
At 20 months old, you don’t like:
- When I attempt to do your hair up in a pony tail. You screamed and wiggled so much, I admit… I’ve only attempted once.
- Avocado. You are pretty wonderful about eating mostly everything we do, but unlike the rest of us you seem to be anti-avocado. Although the other day you ate it while I held it for you, so I think it might be more an issue of the slippery texture on your hands bothering you than the taste.
At 20 months old, you can:
- Share upon request and with a smile on your face.
- Taunt your brother.
- Brush your teeth.
- Use the potty (well, sit on the potty and pass gas; nothing else yet).
- Use utensils with great accuracy.
- Pick out pretty well coordinated outfits.
- Do somersaults on your own.
- Count to three.
- Sing “Let it goooo.”
- Talk about colors. Granted, everything is “pink” — we still need to work on that part, but you are aware of the concept.
- Call out when things are funny. You seem to understand jokes and silliness, and like to say “Funnnnny… ‘das funny”
- Laugh with the biggest, most genuine belly laugh I’ve ever heard.
- Go to bed easily, without much (any) of a fuss.
- Understand the concept of “up” and “down.
- Say some cute slang things like “yeah,” “idunno,” and “lookit.”
You play hard, and you love hard, and you learn hard, and you have this crazy, confident, wild-eyed exuberance that I can only hope will stick with you through your adult years. Your range of emotions is so genuine, and your love of life is so contagious. It’s hard to believe that such a tiny little person can have such an influence on so many people, but you really do. You certainly have made your brother, father, and myself all better people in the short time you’ve been on this earth so far. Without a doubt, you were the missing piece to our family puzzle and I can’t imagine what any of us would be like without having ever met you.
Love you so much, baby girl.