is not such a baby anymore. Nanny Norma has been saying it for months now, but I have kind of refused to accept it. Of course it had to happen, but it just feels so fast. But then again, she did come home eight months ago. Yes, eight. It shocks me, too. I was putting together a photo album for this year and actually gasped when I saw these pictures.
And now? Now, at 14 months, she’s fully mobile, walking, running, climbing and even pushing furniture around so she can climb up to get things she’s not supposed to have. She talks like a two-year old, with a huge vocabulary. She told me this morning she wanted yogurt, then a cracker for breakfast, and then washed it down with the juice she demanded requested. She walks to the bathroom and says “poh poh” and tries to lift her leg up to climb onto the toilet. Nanny Norma doesn’t want to start this process until she’s two, but I think we’re going to get cracking pretty soon.
When she gets dressed in the morning, she likes to assist with clothing selection (preferably a dress) and very clearly let’s me know which shoes she wants. She has a pretty impressive shoe selection and she likes to mix things up a bit, not wanting to wear the same shoe for more than a few hours. Here’s a glimpse at some of her pink-toned shoes (there are, of course, others in her closet, including other colors, naturally). The sequined ballet flats in the back were awesome when she was just learning how to walk, but snagged on everything, so they’re a bit bare at the toes now.
She’s also very much a girly girl. She likes to brush my hair. She says “hair” all of the time, and pulls at her curls. I’m always playing with her hair and putting lots of product in it (although a stylist yesterday told me that I might not be putting enough in it – that it needs to be “greasier”). She likes to wear her jewelry all of the time. I got her two sterling bracelets for her first birthday. One pearl and silver and another with her birthstone and silver, with blocks that spell out her name. We now have to keep them both on her at all times. She has a fit if we even take them off for her bath. I’m a bit concerned, since she’s starting to get to be too big for one of them. I guess I might have to order another. I am fairly certain that this next year will include a lot of additional girly stuff.
After being oblivious to all of these signs that my baby was becoming a little girl, how did I finally let the reality of her growing up come into my consciousness? Men. Etta has always been a bit of a flirt with men, especially men of my age, but the other night we were out and ran into a male friend of mine. When I interrupted her conversation with my friend by snapping a picture of her captivation, my precious little baby went from this . . .
to this . . .
in the blink of an eye. This really does not bode well. At all.