Let me start by saying that in just a few weeks Ellie will be TWO. So I am a little behind on this post but want to capture her at 18 months.
Thinking back to this summer when E was 18 months...such a little adventurer. Her personality as a little trickster with a sly smile emerged. What I believe will become a very dry sarcastic sense of humor has started to show and she can melt your heart with one look. She is just the cutest! She also started to find her voice and she is pretty stinkin smart too. She has this look she gives when she fully understands you but has no intention of doing what you ask. I can tell she is going to be her own brand of trouble pretty soon.
33 inches tall
Running around non-stop
Getting into EVERYTHING
Reading her Object books
Hanging on everything Molly does
Wrestling with Dad
Being told No
Being stuck in the car for long periods of time
Not being able to do something her sister can
Swimming on her own with puddle jumper
- Vocabulary really picked up and she can say lots of words
- Really enjoys saying the names of all of our friends (Laura, JJ, Amy, Cal-Cal etc.)
Ellie is really a pretty good eater. She doesn't explore too much when it comes to all new foods but if you give her something she likes she will chow it down. Refried beans are no match for her....obsessed! She only has milk at bedtime now.
Continues to be a really good sleeper. We have not really had any trouble with sleeping with her ever. So lucky! She goes to bed at 8pm, wakes up around 7:30 or so and then takes a nap around 1.
What a FUN summer we had with you and your sister! We are so blessed to have you in our family Ellie, we love you so much! xoxoxo
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Friday, December 16, 2016
For weeks leading up to Molly's birthday I had this sad feeling and a knot in my stomach. I wasn't sure what was causing it until I realized it was the upcoming birthday, the big 5.
Something about five just feels so surreal and so concrete - no longer a baby at all - a full on kid. All traces of her babydom are gone. She is tall and thin and lanky, no more little rolls here and there (she never had many to begin with!), no more tiny little fingers and toes that struggle for dexterity, no half walk-half wobble. She pronounces her words, some of them very big words, with no sign of struggle. She runs fast, jumps high, chews gum, wears lip gloss, speaks some Spanish, has attitude (lots!), makes her own decisions, solves problems. And on and on. Five.
These last five years have gone by so extremely incredibly fast. We have hard, long days that seem to stretch on forever but the collection of days, weeks, years just flash by. Texts are sent on a regular basis to my best friend sharing pictures of our kids at age 1, 2, 3 with crying emojis. Where did all the time go?
But here we are. A teeny tiny little baby girl turned big loud 5 year old. And she is every bit of amazing.
I had this moment a few days ago where I was watching her play and I couldn't believe that she was mine. That I had created and subsequently nurtured this person into existence. Motherhood is a weird feeling sometimes.
I am trying to slow down, to hold on, to take advantage of this fleeting time where I am still her entire world. Where I can still solve all of her problems. Where I can fully protect her and shield her from the outside. This time where she will still give me kisses in public and loudly declare her love for me. This time where she says things like "You look really beautiful Mama" and "You are the best Mama in the world." This time where I can still pick her up and twirl her around the room ending in fits of laughter on the floor.
In not too many days she will be too big to hold, too big to twirl, too big for public affection. It makes me sad to think about it but its coming, I can feel it. So I am going to treasure this time with my FIVE year old and do my best to live our days as fully as possible.
I love you Molly Jean. My first born. My strong willed child. My fierce one. Happy Five.