I know I’ve spent a lot of time on this blog complaining about my daughter’s bad sleeping and other stressors associated with being her primary care-taking parent, and I feel like overall I’ve barely expressed the amazement and in-love of my days with Anna.
Not that I’m going to forget any time soon. How could 15 months not be 15% percent more hilarious and gorgeous than 14 months, when it seems every week bring more delightful mannerisms, funny words, and a shocking increase in her toddler beauty?
I mean, she’s the Arm & Hammer baby for God’s sake.
And that was when she was only 7 months old. She’s on track to displace all Gerber and Old Navy models by the time she hits 2.
But cuteness only gets you so far (very far). Personality and fun and a liking for hugging and kissing Mommy get you the rest of the way. Charming all humans, amimals and some cadavers with pure sweetness is just a typical day for Anna.
She loves anything fun, happy, shiny, sparkling, musical, exciting, or new. She loves dogs, tigers, lions and cats. She loves people. She loves people loving her. Center of attention is too mild a term.
She starts the day by calling “dog…dog…dog!” meaning it’s time for me to come and take her out of her crib to visit Finn on my bed. We cuddle and kiss Finn until he can’t take it anymore and jets away. I find her in her crib after a nap with red cheeks, messed up bed-head curls, and a happy disposition. If I leave her for any amount of time, as soon as I return and she sees me, it’s a full-fledged run and fall into my arms. Happily muttering “dada, dada” since she calls both me and my husband “dada.”
If there’s a joke and anyone laughs, she’s chiming in with the world’s worst-faked “ha ha ha. Ha ha.” If there’s something pretty, unusual, or interesting to see, she’s there, pointing her finger at it with a face of wonderment.
What’s life going to be like with a child like this? Fun, maddening, special, warm, cozy, happy, exciting, comedic.
Good thing I’ll get to be there.
When she’s not a cute baby monkey clinging onto Momma’s fur, she’s a little birdie, squawking and receiving bits of food into her mouth. We ask her to show us her teeth and she happily sticks her tongue out at us (we don’t get it either). “Itsy-bitsy Spider” is requested, often, with a command consisting of her little fists tangling about themselves in the air and a musically mish-mashed phrase “witsy witsy witsah.” Grandma is excitedly anticipated at the door with an exaggerated peering around the corner and a “Goy?? Goy?? Goy??”
Life is made new. Holidays, places to go…it’s like the reason the Thanksgiving Day Parade was ever invented in the first place is for us to experience it with Anna this year. Could it have bothered to exist before?
Yup, that’s for you.
Somehow Daddy knew to make “You are my sunshine” your official theme song, and it couldn’t fit more perfectly.
Sure, there are the rumblings of tantrums to come, and if any small person grabs a toy you are into, you’re sure to yell “nonono Anna nanana” meaning “get the hell away from me before I push you and I will, I’ve done it before” but really? This is you.