15 months

Harper turned 15 months today. We went to the park with our neighbor and her twins, born on the same day as Harper. Us moms were marveling at how much they’d changed and how quickly. We’re so cliche.

This age is a lot of fun. Every day I see Harper making connections that have taken months to achieve. Puzzle pieces fitting into their slots, rings stacked in perfect order. One day she just held up her little lovey that we call Baby and said “Bay-bee.” We kind of flipped out.

Other words: hi, bye-bye, dog, deedle-dee (we call it baby yodeling)

I can’t let her out of my sight for a second. She will be running down the street (always to the park), tumbling down a step or putting a dirt clod in her mouth.

Her baby-sized pool is full of floating wood chips. Maybe we should switch to a water table?

Her latest obsession is sorting through piles of clothes. Actually, I have no idea what she does with them, but it keeps her occupied.

She likes wearing my skirts as shawls. It’s hilarious.

Our house is a tornado of toys every day, but I don’t mind. We just pick up at the end of the day. She loves dragging her wooden snail around the house. Thank goodness we don’t have to do all the pulling anymore!

After about a month or so of not eating much, she is back to a full appetite. And I mean full. She eats and drinks all day long, it seems. But then she’s burning off every calorie toddling around.

The nanny sends me pictures of her with the other little boy in the share. Those two are pretty precious. They look like they could be related.

I feel like the universe heard my plea about naps. It seems the long naps with the nanny have translated to longer ones at home. Of course there’s a tradeoff. She’s been waking up at 6 or 6:30 instead of 7:30 and staying up past 9 instead of going to bed at 8:30. You just can’t win with baby sleep. I think I’ll take the longer naps, though.

I’m sure we’ll have lots of adventures in the new house. Now she’s really got room to run!

My favorite part of this month, though, (aside from her discovering her popped-out belly button) has been the kisses. One day I found her leaning over and smooching a toy. Now she plants delicate kisses on your cheek and it’s just about the sweetest thing ever.