Thursday, June 21, 2012

Sweet, quirky, loveable Micaela

Six days ago was your 15 month-day, and although EVERYONE told me that it would go by fast, I can't get past the speed in which the past fifteen months have gone by. It almost makes my heart hurt. But then I think of all of the wonderful times and experiences to come, and I'm almost ok with it.

During the past 450 or so days, I have gotten to know a funny, happy, lovable little person. As more and more days go by and your personality emerges even more, you show me bits and pieces of the person that you will grow into. I decided to write this post now to record some of your little habits and quirks that have already become apparent, and it will be neat to look back and see how they have grown or changed as you have grown and changed.

Even as of now, you have a funny little sense of humor. You LOVE to laugh and you smile a lot. It just takes a bit of effort to do these things. To you, things are only funny once during a time period. For example, if your daddy blows raspberries on your belly, you will laugh and laugh for a while, but then you're done. It's not funny anymore, and you will refuse to laugh! This cracks me and your daddy up! Oh, it will definitely be funny again tomorrow, or maybe even in a couple of hours, but once you're done, you're done.

You also like to have "Micaela Time." Every now and then during playtime, you will sometimes get a little overwhelmed and just need to step away. At first, I didn't quite recognize your signals for this, and I ended up with a grumpy baby on my hands, but after a while, we got to understand each other. Now, you will just walk away and I know that's your signal for a break. Sometimes I just sit on the floor and you do your own thing while I watch. Other times I will just follow your around the house for a few minutes. When you are ready to play again, you come to me with your toys so that we can play together again. It's neat to see your independence and confidence to play alone growing. You are such a little individual, even this young, and I am proud of your ability to recognize that you need a break. I still have trouble with this skill.

One of your little quirks that I love involves your bedtime routine. Watching videos in the tablet, in particular. We first introduced "the tablet" to you when we were getting tired of fighting you to get asleep. We wanted to help you through that tough time by offering a comfort item that could help you soothe yourself before sleeping. You and "the tablet" hit it off right away. Now when we put you to bed, you ask for some songs, grin from ear to ear and lay right next to daddy to listen carefully. Then when you start to get sleepy, you just turn around, grab your favorite pillow and close your eyes! :)

You love the water, watching soccer games and all kinds of animals. You don't like having your fingernails cut, and your favorite finger food as of now are nuggets (turkey, chicken, fish... any kind will do!). You love to play with your feet while you have a bottle, and grandma and Kathy are still your favorite people on the planet. Books thrill you, especially the ones that have animals in them, and for some reason I cannot fathom, you LOVE to play with our laundry basket.

Such a funny little girl you are, and I am so lucky that you are part of our family. When we first started telling people that we were pregnant, the second nugget of wisdom that people dished out, after "it goes by so fast" was "you'll forget what life was like without her." Well, actually, we do remember life before Micaela; a life of sleeping until noon, randomly going places without having to pack a diaper bag or worry about nap schedules and the like. So with that part, people were wrong. What they should have said is more like, "sweet baby, since you came into our lives you have made us whole, and we can't imagine our future without you."

And the most important thing I want you to remember is that: I loved you before we met, I love you now and I will love you forever, idiosyncrasies and all!

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