And she is 22 months.
Some ten days ago, my little girl turned 22 months.
I still find it ridiculous saying months after she has passed the one year mark, but, at the same time, it still seems to matter. She is still this tiny human who makes leaps and bounds in development every month.
But once she is two, eff that noise.
Isn't she huge?! She has turned into a full-blown toddler. She runs and spins, jumps and gallops, let's the house know when she is awake and ready for the day. She loves to dance, which really is simply jumping up and down in a circle.She says full sentences, sometimes talking about herself in the third person, "She would like some milk", or by name, "Arri wants more orange!" We are working on changing her "Yeah" to "Yes, please".
Arri is big emotions. She has "all-the-feels" and let's everyone know about it. I am hoping that as we work on "using our words" and explaining what she might be feeling, that we will receive less slaps to the face and kicks to our body. I am kind of sugar coating this. Arri can be a hot mess when she tantrums. But I'm told this is a phase. It better be a phase. I worry that every day I cannot get her to recongnize what she feels and how to handle these feelings, that she will end up like me - anxious and hindered. It is one of my biggest fears as a mother.
On the wheel of "what do you want your baby to be", I am so excited "reader" was something we landed on. She continues to love, love, love books. I feel like I need to get her a new book every week. Some nights she sits down with a book and "reads" it out loud. In these moments I feel like the Grinch post-stealing Christmas. My heart somehow, magically, grows in size as I watch her point at the pages and, by memory, tells us a story. It might not be right, but it is always the best version.
The end.
I still find it ridiculous saying months after she has passed the one year mark, but, at the same time, it still seems to matter. She is still this tiny human who makes leaps and bounds in development every month.
But once she is two, eff that noise.
Isn't she huge?! She has turned into a full-blown toddler. She runs and spins, jumps and gallops, let's the house know when she is awake and ready for the day. She loves to dance, which really is simply jumping up and down in a circle.She says full sentences, sometimes talking about herself in the third person, "She would like some milk", or by name, "Arri wants more orange!" We are working on changing her "Yeah" to "Yes, please".
Arri is big emotions. She has "all-the-feels" and let's everyone know about it. I am hoping that as we work on "using our words" and explaining what she might be feeling, that we will receive less slaps to the face and kicks to our body. I am kind of sugar coating this. Arri can be a hot mess when she tantrums. But I'm told this is a phase. It better be a phase. I worry that every day I cannot get her to recongnize what she feels and how to handle these feelings, that she will end up like me - anxious and hindered. It is one of my biggest fears as a mother.
On the wheel of "what do you want your baby to be", I am so excited "reader" was something we landed on. She continues to love, love, love books. I feel like I need to get her a new book every week. Some nights she sits down with a book and "reads" it out loud. In these moments I feel like the Grinch post-stealing Christmas. My heart somehow, magically, grows in size as I watch her point at the pages and, by memory, tells us a story. It might not be right, but it is always the best version.
The end.