12 months-
LOTS of...
meltdowns
tantrums
fits
anger bursts
and also...
laughs
smiles
hugs
cuddles.
With each step you get more sassy you also get sweeter. You are our little sour patch.
At 12 months you switched to milk and completely solids (mom was a little late in the game) and YOU FINALLY STARTED LIKING FOOD. BIG MOMENT.
At 12 months you switched to one bottle a day, the rest of your liquids were whole milk and water.
At 12 months you were 19 pounds and still anemic so we are still doing iron.
At 12 months you stood confidently but no steps, and shakily pushed your push toys...but crawled like a maniac.
Now at 13 months- you started to push your push toys very confidently and you pushed them every where.
At 13 months you began to hate the shopping cart so mom had to get creative.
At 13 months you switched to one 11am nap and then turned into a terror at 6pm.
At 13 months you started saying lots of real words and copping MAJOR attitude. Eye rolls, closing eyes and pushing mom or dad away, throw yourself rolling on the ground tantrums, and scowling at strangers you don't know (probably the funniest).
14 months- magic happened. You sign like crazy- more, all done, milk, thank you, again and please. You say hot, cold, cheese, please, keys, woof woof, puppy, and BOLT. Oh yes love. You are obsessed with Bolt.
I have to document this story for you, because it was all you. That is the part I love. Oh and we had an allergic week and found out milk was not your thang. You know do almond milk and dairy free happenings.
One day when we thought we were recording one of your allowed morning shows but Bolt was actually showing so we accidentally recorded it and it played. You fell in love. NEVER EVER would you sit still in front of a TV and you fell in love. So I bought the DVD for a car trip and the movie you love but the DVD case is your new bestie. It travels with us, naps with you and is your love. You talk to it, play with it and love it. Its already broken and tattered. In the spirit of this, I am making you a Bolt costume as we speak for Halloween. You are going to be a zebra for your school halloween day and hopefully Bolt for trick or treating.
You unfortunately eat like your dad. This means you dont like flavor. You dont like any sauces, any veggies, and change your mind on meat daily. You still eat squeeze packs of pureed vegetables since this is the only way you will eat them. You would chose your diet to be 100% veggie straws, rice cakes, fruit strips and mandrin oranges if you had your choice. Good thing you dont.
You are also sweet. Oh so sweet. You give kisses, nose kisses, hugs, sweet face touches and cuddles. We have the sweetest moments reading and playing and laughing at the things you talk about and imagine. You are such a talker. My love your dad and I love to be around you and just adore you. What a gift. Thank you for your spunk, boldness, passion, and laughs. You humble me and make me feel more blessed than I ever imagined I would as a mother. I treasure you.
Momma
