Analisa has been saying: SO much. This little gal has a lot on her mind! The babble is in full force, constantly streaming if we're around the house. (Not so much when we're out and about, or around new people). A guide:
Thank you! = Ah doo!
I love you = Eye-ohhhh or lately, eye-ah-ooooo
One, two! -- Uh, TWO!
Ana
Hat
Night night
Mama
Mama-didda (but never any form of dadda on its own) :(
No
Oh no, oh no, OH NO <--- very doomsday
Buh-bye! (with great delight)
Hi!
Wow!
Woof-woof-woof
What?
Up!
All done! = Ah dah!
The end = ee annn
The first time she said "wow" was just the other day. It was perfect actually, I was all, "did you know, blahblahblahblahblah?" And she just looks at me and goes, "Wowwwww!" Very sarcastic sounding. I burst out laughing.
She repeats everything, which I've probably mentioned previously. All her little habits and day-to-day stuff just get amplified as the months go by!
Recently I wore this maxi dress -- and I'll admit, those aren't usually my style. I mean, tbh, getting DRESSED isn't usually my style. Work-from-home is a lifestyle (involving sweats, seven days a week). Anyway, I came down in this dress and James was all, "wow. Just for the park? I mean, you look great, I'm just not used to seeing you all done up." And I was just like, "whatever, it's new, I wanted to see how it fit. It's kinda boho, which isn't my usual scene, but do you like it?" James had never heard the term "boho," like, bohemian. So he taught the word to Ana, and he'd ask her, "what's mommy wearing?" (and either say it first or whisper it in her ear), and she'd repeat back, "BOBO!" She was so proud of herself and we'd laugh and laugh. I tried to get her to do it for my parents and she wouldn't ... but I have to remind myself from time to time, she's not a puppy and she doesn't always want to show off her tricks.
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| Cutest Easter dress of all time? |
I am feeling: So sentimental about packing up her winter clothes! I swear, I just ordered that batch from Old Navy, what feels like yesterday. James joked that one outfit "she might be able to wear to her first day of college," referencing to how big it was. So HOW can we be retiring these clothes already? Someone please tell me. Tear.
(I will say, my aunts and parents got her the CUTEST spring and summer clothes in her Easter baskets! Including a "bobo" skirt of her own from Aunt Teresa. And the cutest Cat & Jack romper! AH I can't wait to show you).
She is eating: So. Much. Food. I came downstairs recently and Emily was like, "Ana ate three hot dogs for dinner." I was like, "What? Three? How did you even know to make three? Even I wouldn't eat three hot dogs for dinner." lololol
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| What a lady. |
What do you want next, love? Some jerky?
She's also loving, when it comes to food: Raisins, pineapple, melon, green beans, waffles with a little peanut butter, YOGURT omg yogurt, applesauce and anything with cheese. Although we're still limiting her dairy intake because I'm more convinced than ever that that's what constipated her. We're still kind of hit or miss on that whole sitch -- she withholds from time to time, but it's been a lot better ever since we permanently switched her to coconut milk. We haven't had to crutch on the smoothies anymore though, so that's positive.
Her personality has been: Very fun, as usual! I had to describe her personality in my latest batch of doctor paperwork, so I wrote something like, "she's very playful, active and spunky. She loves to laugh and engage with people. She loves her stuffed animals, dogs that walk down our street (and Daisy!), and she seems very engaged and secure with us. She has an infectious giggle that we hear often and she's often very content just hanging with us. She seems proud of herself when she does something right and we clap for her, and loves books and learning." #concise
Of course, she's at the age where if she's pissed, she lets us know. She can be borderline ridiculous at times (right now all she wants is pens. Which isn't so bad when she stays on the paper. But she wants to draw on the leather couch, for example). Need to get this girl some crayons, stat.
And JUST starting probably 3 days ago, we've been having some sleep regression, if you could call it that. But I feel like I should save that for next month's post, seeing as it might be temporary, and we're marching closer to 17 months anyway.
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| I got a pen! |
Ana is obsessed with: Going outside. Which has been really tough, considering the weather is unstable af. It was gorgeous out when we dropped Anz with my parents and went to the Tigers game. I wanna say it was in the 70s. But we explored around the backyard this morning and it was 42, windy and muddy. Wah. It's been raining a lot lately. Mostly just in the mornings, but it makes it pretty gross. Ana will just stand at our sliding door and bang on the glass, whimpering to go out. I cave a lot, but when it's extra yuck, I redirect or try to keep her mind off it. And then just as I think I've succeeded, she'll bring me her shoes and coat, like, HINT HINT. ;) #fail
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| Outdoor bear. |
Something that made me laugh: When we went to the park (in my "bobo" dress), there was a group of maybe 15-20 teenagers playing basketball on the court. Naturally, all Analisa wanted to do was run around in there with the guys, but James and I gave it a firm hell no. It was a pretty organized game actually, and they were NOT the types to enjoy a 1-year-old interrupting their game. So we walked around outside the court, and Ana's form of rebellion was to steal all the extra balls she found in the grass. She'd pick one up (she loves lugging around heavy stuff), and take off, attempting to run away with the ball. It was half the size of her! (Same body type though). lololol James and I were cracking up.
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| Who gon stop me, ah? |
Ana liked the swings but didn't want much to do with the other kids or the playground. She'd much rather steal basketballs or dig around in the mud. Or chomp on twigs for added protein. What a lady.
Oh, or another story: When we went out to breakfast after running errands a few weeks ago -- I paid the check and ran outside, thinking Ana and James were freezing, waiting for me. I thought I had given the keys to James, but I realized I forgot. I felt awful! It was chilly and rainy. And guess who was having the time of her absolute life, splashing through the puddles and running free? Miss Bear herself. There were actual squeals of delight, no joke.
She's now up to: At least 10 teeth! It's hard to count because she does NOT want me poking around in there. Twice-a-day teeth-brushing is suffering due to this. I think she's cutting even more teeth, hence the sleep probz. But yeah -- 10, you guys! 10.
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| Can you spot some? |
In general, she: Plays hard and sleeps hard. Up until this week, which, again, I'll address next month if it continues, she gets 11-14 hours a night (consecutive), still naps, and James and I are fairly well-rested. Which is huge, considering we both work nights, full-time. Alternating sleep-in mornings helps, as well.
Have you seen her: Pigtails? Holy shit is she ever cute.
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| Pigtails + dimple? GTFO |
See you in like, a week or two because I'm horrible at timely updates!
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