As hard as it is to believe that we just celebrated Sophie‘s first birthday yesterday, here we are sitting with an 8-month-old Madeline. My grandmother used to say that thinking time flies is a sign of getting old. I sure hope that’s not the case, but it seems like just yesterday that she was born. On the other hand, however, I look back at her newborn pictures and it’s all a haze … seeming like so long ago.
So what’s she been up to lately? I’m glad you asked! She’s been making her way through all the various food groups and so far I’ve only come up with two things that she doesn’t like … squash and mashed potatoes. I swear the boys have been whispering in her ear about mashed potatoes and I am not happy about it. Not one little bit. She does, however, like Banana Pancakes, Banana Bread, chicken, and Gorgonzola cheese. Yes, even Gorgonzola. She has an appetite like nobody’s business and eats like there’s no tomorrow. But, interestingly enough, when she feels she’s done, she just sits back and watches everyone. If she’s not done? She makes these grunting noises, her way of telling you, “feed me! now! faster!” She has well-earned her nickname of Dirty Girl, reinforced as I hosed down peas from the back of her neck, behind her ears and in between her toes tonight during bath-time. And no, I have no idea how they got between her toes either.
She and Nicholas are still joined at the hip, and when they’re not in the same room together, they are always looking for each other. He doesn’t go to bed without giving her a kiss goodnight ten-fold. I love watching the two of them together.
Although our dog Eli is still uncomfortable around her, he is glued to her high chair and swing. We accidentally offended Nicholas over the weekend by insinuating that Eli is not the smartest knife in the drawer, but he is smart enough to stick next to Madeline when she’s eating. When she’s in her high chair, she actually looks around the corner or on the floor until she finds him. Apparently they have some sort of deal that involves her feeding him.
She.does.not.sit.still.ever. Whether you’re holding her, or if her diaper is getting changed, she is all over the place. In fact, The Husband says he cringes if he has to change her. Ever since she learned how to sit up, she refuses to lie down for diapers or to get dressed or undressed. Makes the feat quite impossible and downright frustrating, and I’ve tried everything to get her distracted enough to lie still. I have toys on the changing table, I sing, I bring Nicholas in when he’s home … all to no avail. I have tried to explain that if she would sit still and let me do what I need to do, she could be on her way in two minutes. Her way takes 10, at least. She doesn’t care. So there.
She stands very solidly now and when she is doing it in the middle of the floor, she gets excited and starts bopping up and down a little bit and … plop. Down she goes.
She has a temper and when she gets mad, she yells and clenches her little fists as tight as she can. Which makes me laugh. And that makes her madder.
I never tire of hearing her giggle. My goal is to make her laugh. Every day.
P.S. The picture is from Sophie’s birthday party yesterday. It’s quite possible that my sister is still picking up Cheerios off the floor.