These days, Gracie Girl is constantly on the go. Since she figured out how to crawl, I don’t think she’s stopped to rest for a single minute. She’s all over the living room, but really loves crawling around upstairs between her room and Bean’s room. Her favorite thing is when Bean gets down and crawls with her, chasing her all over. She just squeals the whole time like it’s the most fun in the whole world. More than crawling though, Gracie loves to cruise. She pulls up on anything that will hold her weight (and sometimes things that don’t…). She loves standing at the coffee table and then reaching for anything she can get her paws on. She’s into EVERYTHING, and we all are loving it!
These days, Gracie loves to boss us all around. She will sit in her high chair or stand at the coffee table and point at us and then point all around the room, babbling incoherent instructions. You can see her wanting us to all get up and move. And if none of us get up and actually DO anything, she starts to get really mad. She’ll cruise right on over to where we are sitting, point right at us, and start grunting and babbling her demands. What makes her really mad is if she’s sitting in her high chair, dictating the movements of the rest of the household and we all walk out of the kitchen in the middle of her reign. If we walk out while she’s “talking,” she sits there for just a second and then starts yelling, “HEY! HEY! HEY!” and tries to get us to come back in there. She’s a bossy girl. I can’t imagine where she gets it…
These days, Gracie is repeating everything we say. At first, I thought it was just coincidence that her babbling happened to sound like the last thing we said, but then it happened so often that I started to pay more attention to it. She really loves jewelry (that’s my girl!) and she’s always pointing to and pulling on my jewelry while babbling and cooing. Last week, she was pointing to my necklace and when I said, “Necklace,” she went, “Ne-ne.” I stopped for a minute and thought, “Did she really just say that?” and so I waited, and sure enough she pointed to my necklace a few more times while saying very distinctly, “Ne-ne.” She can also say “ball,” “bottle,” and “bibi” (which is binky). She’s said other things, but those are pretty constant in her vocabulary these days. I remember that from when Bean was little, too. They start to learn one letter sound at a time, and right now she is all over the “b” sound. My little chatter pants.
These days, Gracie is a pain in the tooshy at bedtime. She has learned our bedtime routine and so she knows right away when bedtime is coming. She loves her bath, whines a little while I put her in her PJ’s, squirms through two books, and then freaks out when I lay her in her crib. I’m sure it’s just something she’s having to adjust to because now she can tell when it’s coming, but it’s kind of annoying because it happens every. single. night. She girlfriend has a wicked set of pipes. She can yell and protest and cry with the best of ’em. But we just hold steady with our nighttime routine, then tell her we love her, and close her door. Harsh, but it’s how we roll. She’ll eventually learn that no matter how much she protests, she isn’t going to be rescued. Until she learns that part of the routine, though, we’re investing in the family-size packs of ear plugs.
These days, Gracie is eating anything and everything and lots of it. She’s turning one this weekend, and so starting next week we’ll start weening her from formula and adding whole milk to her diet. (And all God’s children with checking accounts said, “AMEN!”) Judging from the way she has so far happily eaten anything we’ve given her, I’m not expecting too many problems with that transition. Right now, her favorite foods are blueberries (or “crackberries” as we call them), bananas, pancakes, spaghetti, green beans, vanilla yogurt, cheese, sweet potatoes, and carrots. She tried two bites of a brownie the other night and seemed like she could have taken it or left it. She ate a bite and then went back to her blueberries. Good girl!!!
These days, Gracie is showing us her fierce temper and lack of patience. (Again, I don’t know where she gets these things…) If you take something away from her, she will stop whatever she’s doing, hurl herself on the floor, and cry like you just broke her wittle heart. Big, pathetic, crocodile tears, I tell you. All because you took away the remote control. Even if you temporarily take something away, like…oh…say, you have to get her out of the car seat, but she’s holding on to a toy so you have to take the toy away for TWO SECONDS while you get her arms out of the car seat straps. She will fling her head back, open those lungs, and out come the crocodile tears, all in about 2.5 seconds. And it doesn’t matter if you try to give the toy back at that point. The damage is done. You’ve angered the mini beast. And YOU. SHALL. BE PUNISHED.
These days, you can see Gracie’s personality just bursting out of her. She’s sassy and funny and spirited and demanding and all the things I’d want my daughter to be. (Though I’d be cool with her taking the temper thing down a notch or twelve…) These days, she makes me happy from deep inside my heart and that happiness just bursts out through my ears. These days, when she’s not driving me absolutely crazy, I’m wildly crazy about her.
There’s just something about those baby girls…