Oh man, where do I even start?! This past month has been epic. Epic! The most amazing parts, off the top of my head:
Singing! So much singing. Molly can sing along with the Alphabet song (“ABC’s”); Wheels on the Bus (“Da Bus!”) Itsy Bitsy Spider (“Isy Bisy”); Head, Shoulder, Knees and Toes (She’s got all those words down pat); Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (“Star”); and Old MacDonald (“EIEIO”). Like, actual words peppered throughout the song – in tune! We know what she wants to sing and act out because she makes requests. My personal favorite is watching her make the signs and sing along to Itsy Bitsy Spider, but it really blows my mind when she sings the alphabet.
What a ham!
Hummus. Her father’s daughter.
Bed! Okay, so, I read an article about how switching to a “big kid bed” could be a huge transition for kids, and with allll the other changes coming up shortly (future blog post coming, when details have settled a bit) I was in no hurry to transition her. But, our girl decided differently. Ever since we got home from our trip back east, she has basically been putting herself to bed – no crying, no fussing – and started trying to climb into bed at night. She would also get upset if one of her animals had fallen out or was in the crib and she couldn’t get to it, so we decided to give the toddler bed a try and see how it went. Well, the very first night, Molly climbed right in, and thunk – asleep! Not a peep. It’s been about a week now and the new routine is PJs, brush teeth, stories, and then, okay, Molly, bedtime! As long as she has all the right animals and a cup of water, she literally puts herself to bed (burrowed in a multitude of stuffed animals). It is amazing. And the best part is, when she wakes up from a nap or in the morning, we’ve started leaving her door open and she comes right out and greets us, a cat tucked under each arm, saying, Hello Mama! Hello Dada! Seriously awesome.
Toddler bed: night 1
She woke up happy!
Cats! Speaking of cats (of the non-stuffed variety), after four months of keeping a loving and watchful eye on them, our friends Sophia and Jon left for a 3-week trip and we all decided it was best to bring our cats home. Again, I was worried about transitions, and knowing cats are creatures of habit, was thinking that it would be a lot for them to move home and then move again (also, this whole moving process was not supposed to take this long – but that’s another post for another day). Anyway, the cats came home, and are completely happy to be here (I mean, as happy as cats ever are about anything – content, at least) – but Molly is so happy they’re home. Every single time she sees one she runs, arms outstretched, chasing them around the house, saying, “Niiiiice, kitty.” They are not her biggest fans and Molly gets her feelings hurt once in awhile, but I keep telling them all that in another year or two they’re all going to be best of friends. Anyway, it’s nice to have the furbabies back home and it’s hilarious watching Molly chase after them.
Partys! My Nana (Molly’s G’Nana) turned 95 on September 30th and last weekend, my mom and stepdad hosted a big party for her. It’s always amazing to see Molly interact with my Nana, and every time they’re together I think how lucky we all are that they have met. Nana currently has four great grandchildren and another on the way, which is just incredible. My sister and mom changed the words of the song “When I’m 64″ to “When I’m 95″ and my stepdad, Simon, Lee, Dan, and our cousin Noah had a band set up with the whole room singing to her (followed by Wheels on the Bus because, of course), and it was so sweet. The party was super fun (although Molly was a little overwhelmed by all the people and kept searching out familiar faces) and Molly got a chance to hang out with her cousin Justin, who is just about exactly a year older than her. I don’t often get a chance to watch her around other kids so it was really fun to see them interact.
Four generations of crazy bananas
Our family, coming soon to a holiday card near you.
Me and my girl, and her cat.
Molly loves her Aunt Cheese
And speaking of cousins, Molly has a brand new one! Kayden Bernie, born on 9/10. I can’t believe Molly was ever that small…
At Molly’s 18-month appointment last week (she was technically 18 months and 30 days, so we were sort of almost on time!) her pediatrician said she was developmentally off-the-charts, which, I mean, yes. Apparently 18 month olds are supposed to have like 10 words? Lee thinks she has close to 100. She knows all her major body parts, animals, colors, a bunch of prepositions (our favorite is “outside!), verbs (“hop hop hop”), food, and on and on, including some randoms (moustache! applesauce!) and a bunch of Portuguese thrown in for good measure. Of course, as her pediatrician was telling us that she’s advanced, Molly was climbing backwards up the exam table like a little monkey and flinging herself down, prompting me to say, if she falls and breaks a bone at your office, does it count? She is a little parrot, repeating everything we say (swear jar has been started), or at least trying to. It’s like all of a sudden she’s gone from a cute, funny toddler to a person. This age is so fascinating and exciting and I’m trying to simultaneously encourage her and capture every moment, because it’s right, what they say about parenthood – it just goes by too fast.
(Just a few) other snaps from the month:
I kiss her cheeks a lot
New books…she can say “big sister”
Not in the mood, Mama.
Pumpkin picking with Josi
Two pumpkins in a pod (patch?)
Family trip to Yosemite! Forgot to write about this…oh well.
Molly was unimpressed when we told her we had hiked Half Dome.
Hiking in Yosemite