One Year

Good lord, I’ve been working on this post for nearly a month.  We did survive what we are now referring to as Toothmageddon, and I’m choosing to resolutely believe that 4 is the perfect number of teeth and she’s done.  That level of baby angst/demon possession just does not seem sustainable.

So, in one-year news, our baby is suddenly not such a baby anymore!

Birthday porch portrait!

Birthday porch portrait!

I know that technically she’s still an infant (and have the child care fees to prove it), but she’s morphed from a squawky little bean into a determined, mobile, mischievous mini-toddler.

For Moose’s birthday we all got…the stomach flu.  Thanks, daycare!  The poor little thing.  It was the sickest she’s been in her life – 102 degree fever, being hydrated with 2ml at a time of Pedialyte in a syringe, the whole deal.  She was so pathetically cuddly, it broke my heart.  Also, I don’t know that I’ve ever done that much laundry in a 48 hour period.

Poor baby.

Poor baby.

She recovered in time for a small birthday party, where I think the highlight of her life so far was being given a cupcake.  She had no idea what to do with it at first, but once she tried it she was totally on board.

Cookie Monster cupcake duck face.

Cookie Monster cupcake duck face.

The leap in development at this age is really incredible – she’s always shocking us with what she knows how to do.  Much of the credit goes to her amazing teachers at daycare – thanks to them she will suddenly do things that it wouldn’t even occur to us to try.  Last week I realized that she knows how to use a fork!  What I’m dying to know is how they get the babies to eat from plates and bowls without throwing them on the floor.  We’re still working on that one.

Let’s do a one-year rundown:

  • Moose starting walking right after her birthday and almost immediately realized that if she picks up the pace she can get away.  She’s shockingly fast.
  • Climbing is also a sudden hit – she’s a daredevil.
  • No cupboard or drawer is safe – she empties everything that isn’t locked.
These are now hers - it keeps her out of the toilet.  Sigh.

These are now hers – it keeps her out of the toilet. Sigh.

  • She “talks” constantly.  Her teachers comment on it all the time – she’s one of the chattiest babies I’ve ever seen.  We’re slowly starting to be able to pick some English out of the mix (most of the time she sounds exactly like a Sim).  So far we know she can say dog (doug!), cat (kit!), and I’m fairly certain she says look (yook!) as well.
  • Moose has a temper.  It’s simultaneously hilarious and terrifying.  I didn’t expect tantrums quite so soon, but if there is something she wants that she can’t have, she throws herself on the floor and yells!  If you try to offer her an alternate item, she will either smack it out of your hand or take it and throw it.  The other night she had a complete meltdown in the high chair because Lauren wouldn’t let her have beer. I am grateful to be raising an independent thinker, but I anticipate some trying times ahead! So far distraction is our friend. I suspect it will also help when Moose has more words – she often seems to get frustrated if it’s not clear what she wants.
  • She continues to love daycare – it makes me so happy.  She has definite relationships with the babies in her class and she’s thrilled to see her teachers every morning.  We are very, very lucky.
  • Music continues to be one of her favourite things. She got some instruments for her birthday and she plays with them frequently – what always surprises me is that she does it correctly.  She knows to hold drumsticks and xylophone mallets differently, makes sure she has them right-side up, can play the tambourine and the castanets, and will shake a maraca to the beat of music.  It’s quite something.
  • She still eats everything and has put together that we sometimes have things that we don’t share with her.  She does not approve.
  • She is now totally weaned.  I replaced daytime nursing with whole milk bottles before I went back to work and right around her birthday she started refusing morning and night nursing. I was surprised, but it worked out well because it happened gradually and my supply had a chance to drop slowly.
  • Moose has a sense of humour.  She seems to understand when something is “silly” and will do silly things herself to make us laugh.
  • She is really into imitating us now and loves to “help”.  Of course, this usually means things like taking the clothes back out of the washer as I put them in, but we still want to encourage her and it’s pretty cute:
Sweeping.

Sweeping.

I’m sure that there’s more, but this post is late enough!  Coming soon:  Halloween pictures!

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About tamarainwriting

I'm a queer, married, child and youth counsellor, in Toronto, Ontario. My wife and I had a beautiful stillborn son and we have an amazing one-year-old daughter. It's a complex journey.
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2 Responses to One Year

  1. Curious B says:

    Great pictures and love the update!

  2. Allison says:

    HDB Moose and well done Mamas! She is amazing.

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