You are becoming a little girl with opinions, preferences, and a vocabulary to vehemently voice them. You are becoming tender and caring, crying when other children get hurt and “feeding” your Bear food from your own plate. You are just occasionally slowing down enough to cuddle. You are more often than not running to the next adventure.
You are 1.5 years old. Certainly not a baby any more. You are dramatic and inquisitive. You cook and clean with me, creating bigger messes than I could have even imagined. You melt my heart and capture my attention with deep dimples, a belly laugh, and eyes that take in everything.
Especially bunny rabbits.
You can spot a bunny rabbit from neighbors’ yards away and excitedly thump your little leg in imitation of the fluffy creature that you will undoubtedly scare away with your enthusiasm. You delight in the details. The owl image on the salad container. The sprinkles on your healthy muffins (making them only slightly less healthy. LOL.). The bows in your hair. The bows on your boots. The bow on your Bear. The bow you clip onto your giraffe’s ear.
18 months has brought with it two ruptured ear drums, a set of molars, all four impending canine teeth, a horrible sleep regression, tantrums, timeout, and terrifying independence. Yet, I’ve never loved a stage of your development more. You find me funny, and I love your developing sense of humor. I find you exhausting, and you greet me at 2 am with a conversation about mouths and noses. You gravitate toward anything with bubbles – sparking water, foamy soap, iPad tactile game – and proudly ask for “more bubbles.”
I love you. I love making messes with you and cleaning them up with you. I loved our first “coffee” date of steamed milk in honor of your 18-month milestone. I love that you have begun praying for babies, and making me wonder when we will be ready to begin the IVF journey again. I have to admit that I think I’m afraid to walk that road again and daunted by the emotional, physical, and – primarily – financial toll that will take on our family…on me. Still, I know that you will one day by an amazing big sister.
For now, we will practice finding the balance of independence and obedience, rest and play. For now, our little family waits for many dreams to be directed by as yet unknown future plans. We wait on a job offer. We wait on a buying a house. We wait and we talk and we hope and we pray.
And, we love you.
Love, Your Mama
It really is the most wonderful and purely exceptional of ages. Happy to seeing you’re enjoying it, even if exhausted most of the time, just like me. Miss you friend.
Oh, I miss you! How do we live so near and yet so far from one another with such opposite work schedules right now?!?! It is truly frustrating! You look so good as a mama of two with your bump 🙂 Thank you, and give Toby hugs from me. Our little miracles are amazing!
Lauren, I love this post! Abby is adorable and I love seeing you as a mom!!!
Oh, Sweet Friend! Thank you! I can’t wait to say the same about you. You are already such an amazing mama to your little one inside 🙂 Miss you!
You two are beautiful! Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on so many wonderful posts, but thrilled to have figured out why. Sending you and your gorgeous daughter lots of love.
Oh good! Yes, I left “Teardropsfalling” for a while, as I’m not currently TTC/IVF. This blog was one that I started long before Abby, and is just my general way of talking about life 🙂 I’m so glad that you found me! Our girls are in such similar places. Amazing, hard places.
Meeee too! Yay!
She’s just as stunning as her mom ❤️ I simultaneously can’t wait and dread for these things to happen. We are already in the throws of tantrum and it’s adorable and so exhausting!
Thank you, Sweet Friend 🙂 There is always something exhausting about this journey, but this stage has so much that pours right back in and fills me up! I think you will find that too. Hugs