From Bean town to California to an unexpected North Carolina. We gave birth to this Blog after our miscarriage in July 2008 & it continues with the birth of Liliana in July of 2009. We are so truly blessed.
So here we were 18 months ago with a 5 day old babe. I was unsure how to be the best mom, rather exhausted but overwhelmed & consumed with love. I for sure can say its gotten easier, I'm not saying easy, but learning who you were, who I was as a mom & how all that meshed together was, well a lot to take in at first. It was hard at first, I doubt many moms would admit or agree but I'm being honest here. It was new, and well new things to me take time & learning & a whole lot of grace. 18 months later, I can say I've learned a lot from you; I've gained patience & joy & laughter & hugs. I am so blessed to be your mom.
At 18 months you are:
*Copying actions constantly *Ticklish as always *Follows directions....please, place shoes under bench, take off your coat...the follow through is of course sometimes distracted by other things *Hums & sings to tunes (can we understand, not so much, but just hearing her voice is so sweet) *One nap a day now & still 12 hrs of sleep at night *Eats anything & everything...still loves hummus, avocados, oranges, cheese *Loves dogs and will follow them from window to window, when she sees them outside *Enjoys making monkey & duck sounds *Enjoys exploring outside, not afraid to get dirty, wet or well eat said dirt or water *Entertained by friends & especially likes to play w/their play kitchens *Still enjoys a good book.... :) *6 teeth still, working on a few with some swollen gums.... *24 lbs & 8oz *33 1/2 inches long
Lil, what are you up to?
Oh, on dog watch
Messy, even better
exploring in the snow
A year ago we were pulling you, now look whos boss
Is this going to be another December 26th or December 5th? As we anxiously await for some more snow... I wonder if its gonna look this this:
Snow here is a little different from growing up (ok a lot), our excitement was based on predicted feet and school possibly being cancelled. I remember awaiting for the 'phone call' my dad would receive, he was on the school board, & would be one of the first to be in the know. It was great, I would knock on my brother's wall to his bedroom, cause that meant we could play in the snow & come in when mom called & not by choice, even when fingers were barely felt. It was great, seriously I always thought I'd want my child to grow up in New England, but here we are in the South & we still have seasons & still can await snow. Its pretty cool to be sharing these experiences with her.