Well, I guess it’s official now. You’re no longer a baby. It’s a little bittersweet for me to realize this. Even though I am so proud of you and love watching you grow up, there’s a little bit of me that misses the tiny baby that curled up on my chest to sleep. You are such a big girl now – you’re getting so tall and becoming so independent. All the things that a 1 year old should be.
You run around all over the house. Walking doesn’t really describe it anymore. When you get really excited, you stop right where you are, and run in place, waving your hands in the air. You know how to shake your booty and you love to dance when you hear music. When you fall down and get upset about it, I tell you to shake it off, and you shake your arms around and after that you’re usually ok. I love that.
We’ve discovered that you love Italian food. You scarf down lasagna, and you love spaghetti (and even spaghetti-o’s when I’m desperate for something to feed you). Your other favorites include hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, tomatoes (who knew??), string cheese, green beans, bread, avocado, black beans, any kind of fruit, broccoli (you ate it for breakfast the other day – your choice, not mine), and chick-fil-a nuggets. You don’t eat very much meat. You’ll pretty much eat anything else on your plate instead. But when it comes to chick-fil-a, you chow it down! And who can blame you?
You got your first busted lip a couple days after your birthday. You were crawling out of a little chair and just fell a couple of inches, but apparently that was enough. You were pretty tough though, and made less of a fuss about it than other times when you’re completely fine.
Reading books is one of your favorite things to do. You will just walk around reading books to yourself. A lot of the time you’ll go sit on the big bear’s leg and just read them out loud. I love hearing that sound, and if I could translate your little toddler language, I think you might actually be telling the story.
You started saying “mommy” right around your birthday as well. Not “mama” anymore. Just mommy. You say it with such a sweet voice….usually.
You know all kinds of animal noises now. You can say the sounds for all of these animals: doggy (oooofffff offffff), owl (ooo oooo), birdie (tweee tweee), bear (ahhhhhh), lion, tiger. It’s pretty hilarious to me, and I love to make you say those silly sounds whenever I can.
Whenever you can, we play outside. It is seriously one of your favorite things to do. You love to run around, play in your playhouse, and try to eat rocks. You’re about 10 times happier when you’re outside, and I just wish we had more grass in our yard so you could really play out there. You went crazy when you were at your grandparents’ house. They have lots of great grass, and you loved playing out there. You also really love knocking down towers that I build with your blocks. I don’t mind.
At your 1 year well checkup you were :
21lb 1oz (50%)
29″ long (50%)
and a 90th% head circumference. Still a giant head.
Words you can say (when you feel like it. They don’t always sound like how I’d say them, but you’re consistent, so I think that counts):
You’ve started having some separation anxiety, I think. Lately, if you daddy or I leave, you cry and cry for whoever is left behind. You also do it when one of us leaves the room, and when I put you in the pack and play at the gym. I hope this phase passes quickly – it’s definitely not my favorite.
You’ve gotten into the habit of sleeping until about 9am. I don’t mind this.
You know that your daddy loves baseball, and specifically the Cardinals. He’s taught you to clap and say “yay” when he says “Go Cardinals!” It’s really cute, and sometimes if you see baseball on TV, you’ll clap without prompting.
You still don’t like the beach, but your daddy and I are mean, so we make you sit in the sand anyway and give you shells to distract you from how much you hate it. And then you try to eat the shells and the sand. I guess that’s what we get for trying to trick you.
The sign for drink is your new favorite – if I don’t understand the word you’re saying for it, you will help me out with the sign. I’m loving that you’re starting to communicate. You babble and babble and I know it’s just a matter of time until you are talking non-stop in full blown sentences.
Over the past year you’ve come an awful long way. You have grown from a 7lb 3oz tiny, helpless little baby to a 21lb very independent, constantly moving 1 year old. You’ve learned to crawl, walk, roll, sit up, climb up stairs, pick things up, pretend, and so so much more. You’ve been to Miami, St. Louis, Ames, Greenville, and Wilmington. You’ve been on plane rides and road trips. You’ve seen a major league baseball game (or 3) and even got a baseball thrown to you from the Cardinals (your daddy is jealous). You’ve spent a couple days away with your grandparents, and you’ve played with friends and cousins. You’ve been to the beach more than most one year olds, I would think. You’ve had a surgery and made a full recovery. It’s hard to believe that it was only a year ago that you became a part of our lives. You’ve definitely changed us forever.
You are a precious little girl, Clara. Quirky. Spunky. Energetic. Sometimes cuddly. Smart. Silly. Loving. Definitely opinionated. Cute. All of those things are a part of who you are. You are loved by a lot of people, Clara. I think you know that, but I hope we make it very clear to you every day. We love you very much, munchkin, and we are so glad to have you in our lives.
Keep growing up big and strong, and learning every single day. You have an amazing future ahead of you, and I can’t wait to see what you do with it.
Mommy (and Daddy)