As I mentioned in my previous post, Nora will be 18 months old tomorrow. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. What's more: every single day, she's turning into this funny, little person.
See what I mean?
Wednesday morning, I was trying to get us out the door to the grocery (before the tree guys would be arriving at 9 a.m.), and I couldn't find the kid anywhere. I looked all over the place, and I was calling her name. Normally, she comes running to the back door, ready to get outside. I made a pass back through the dining room, and I realized that I could see little feet sticking out from under the curtains in the bay window. I said, "THERE YOU ARE," and as I said it, she did her evil, little chuckle that she does so many times now (usually when she's running away from me at full speed and peeking over her shoulder). The little rat was actually hiding from me. I don't think she's ever done that before.
Today, Hobbes was doing his usual baying in protest as people were walking by our house, and Nora ran over to the window and stood next to him. The both of them were baying and howling at the people in the street, and I about peed my pants laughing. Why is my camera always upstairs for stuff like that? Two peas in a pod, those two are getting to be. It's pretty funny—and completely in spite of me. That dog really does seem to love her, and she absolutely adores him. They've even gotten to a point where they "play" together. He chases her around sometimes, and she giggles so hard. It's so funny to hear. The fact that he's so good with her makes me gain a little more respect for him (I don't always have much respect for that poor dog).
Each day, Nora throws a few tantrums, but every time, they get a little more manageable. She's able to communicate a little better each day, and I think that helps. Plus, I really try to talk to her to see what it is that's making her angry. A lot of times, she's just mad because she can't clasp the snap on her high chair (I think she gets this OCD tendency from me—she always has to snap the clasps closed after she's done eating), so I tell her to say, "Help."
She says it now.
Most of her fits are about that clasp or other similar things (a toy won't do what she wants it to do, etc.). Maybe I can diffuse those fits so easily because I think I was a lot like that when I was little. I don't know. All I know is: she makes this hilarious horse noise whenever she gets good and mad (it's a pfft-noise). It cracks me up. She's not going to like that soon when she realizes I'm laughing at her.
Each day, we're getting closer to having a real conversation. I know it'll be happening soon, and that is going to be so weird. She's already too grown up for me as it is. It continues to amaze me how fast kids grow. I remember thinking that babies are babies forever, and they're really only babies for, like, five minutes. I'm not kidding.
Happy 1.5 years, ya little rat!
Today, Hobbes was doing his usual baying in protest as people were walking by our house, and Nora ran over to the window and stood next to him. The both of them were baying and howling at the people in the street, and I about peed my pants laughing. Why is my camera always upstairs for stuff like that? Two peas in a pod, those two are getting to be. It's pretty funny—and completely in spite of me. That dog really does seem to love her, and she absolutely adores him. They've even gotten to a point where they "play" together. He chases her around sometimes, and she giggles so hard. It's so funny to hear. The fact that he's so good with her makes me gain a little more respect for him (I don't always have much respect for that poor dog).
Each day, Nora throws a few tantrums, but every time, they get a little more manageable. She's able to communicate a little better each day, and I think that helps. Plus, I really try to talk to her to see what it is that's making her angry. A lot of times, she's just mad because she can't clasp the snap on her high chair (I think she gets this OCD tendency from me—she always has to snap the clasps closed after she's done eating), so I tell her to say, "Help."
She says it now.
Most of her fits are about that clasp or other similar things (a toy won't do what she wants it to do, etc.). Maybe I can diffuse those fits so easily because I think I was a lot like that when I was little. I don't know. All I know is: she makes this hilarious horse noise whenever she gets good and mad (it's a pfft-noise). It cracks me up. She's not going to like that soon when she realizes I'm laughing at her.
Each day, we're getting closer to having a real conversation. I know it'll be happening soon, and that is going to be so weird. She's already too grown up for me as it is. It continues to amaze me how fast kids grow. I remember thinking that babies are babies forever, and they're really only babies for, like, five minutes. I'm not kidding.
Happy 1.5 years, ya little rat!
That kid is a straight up person... it's crazy. Well done!
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