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I finally went through Olivia’s shoes. She’s received many as gifts. I bought her one pair. I figured with the Fall and nicer temperatures coming up, maybe she should start wearing them so she could toddle around outdoors.

I found a pair of ballet flats that fit her because they are open on the top so her fat feets can poof up out of them. Simply adorable.

And what better place to test them out than on the farm?

Whittaker decided to come say Hiiiiiiiiiii

mischievous elf

Babbling at the horses

DOG! (her loud exclamation for horse)

daddy took a break from manly-farm-labor to take a walk

I found a rock!

walking with mama

teaching her how to say hi to a horse

Then, Sunday morning, my mom comes downstairs with an early Christmas present! Boots!

boots! baby boots! I die.

Meeting Katy, the miniature horse

oh for cute

little horse for a little girl

walking downhill on gravel requires intense concentration. also. cheeks.

I love that Olivia has a chance to be around the horses at such a young age. All the horses my mom owns or boards are sweet and gentle. Some are more spirited than others but the fact that Olivia gets to be around them makes me really happy. I would hate for her to grow up afraid of these gorgeous animals. We’re hoping when she’s a teeny bit older to put her up on one. How fun would that be?

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I don’t know why fifteen months seems like a Big Deal to me.  But it does.  Not that she’s doing anything different or there’s any sort of explosion of development happening.

However.

OLIVIA IS FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD.

What the what?

I have cheeks for storing things like raisins and small toys

 

Yes, fifteen months.

We have walking.  Full-on, full-bore, screw that slow crawling crap, WALKING.  I’ve seen her crawl maybe twice? in the last two weeks.  Our favorite game is to say, “IIIII’m gonna get you!” and stomp on the ground really fast like you’re running.  She shrieks and toddles away laughing, constantly checking over her shoulder.  Then? She turns around and runs AT YOU.

So you run away.

Obviously.

Toddlby Tag.  It’s the newest sensation.

cuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrlsssssssss

 

She has ringlets.  Perusal of my baby pictures confirms she has my hair.  So.  I love it now and I empathize with her when she’s older and HATE HATE HATES her hair because it’s curly and thick and hot and fluffy and frizzy and hot and hot and HOT.

Right now, the ringlets are adorable as all get out and make for some stellar bed-head most mornings.  I have given up combing her hair except after baths.  It’s useless otherwise.

guacamole finger painting

 

Food.

She eats it.

All of it.

Well, we’ve run across the occasional thing here and there she won’t eat.  She hates lunchmeat or reheated meat of any kind. She’s very picky about meat in general.  She likes it sauced or heavily spiced and shredded or cut up small.  She adores all vegetables and fruits.  She inhales guacamole and salsa like it’s never going to be around again.  She thinks mama’s smoothies are the best treat ever.  Especially through a straw.

Graham crackers are the shizzle.  And the rule is, “One for each hand one for your mouth.” She will not leave until you comply.

She also eats ridiculous portion sizes.  Her little puffed out belly after dinner is hilarious.  But she’s happy and full and healthy so I’m not worried.

She’s also still nursing for naps and bedtime, which is really really nice.  I love the cuddles and the comfort.

Who let this kindergartener in my house?

 

Teeth.

Oh lordy, do we ever have teeth.

The front four on both top and bottom have come in no problem.  However, we have entered the special level of hell known as Molars.  Three of them to be precise.  And they are the worst thing in the whole entire world.  They wake her up at night and spontaneously make her grumpy during the day.  I guess the upside (?) is she wants to cuddle when she’s upset, which is sweet and sometimes she’ll drift off for a doze while cuddled against me.

the cute kills me

 

Her favoritest thing in the whole wide world is to lay on pillows and watch “Rapunzel” (Tangled).  It is, by far, her favorite movie and I’m completely fine with her watching it over and over and over and over and over.

And over.

And over.

If it means less teething crying and the chance for me to do something like write or work on my part-time gigs I’m lining up.  She giggles at the horse, babbles to Flynn whenever he’s on the screen, dances with the songs, and paces around the living room dragging pillows if the mood strikes her.

bukkit

 

She’s not speaking much other than babbling.  She says “mama” and “deedee” (daddy) and “dog dog wooh wooh” but that’s it.  Her babbling is getting more…specific? if that makes sense.  So I think more words are coming at some point.  I’m trying not to be concerned when I hear/see other babies her age speaking a lot more because I know every baby develops differently.  We read to her a lot and she “reads” her books all the time.  She loves Sesame Street and other educational shows like that.  Plus, she’s around four adults who talk to her all the time so I’m not worried.

She definitely understands certain phrases and reacts accordingly.  ”How about we lay down and sleep now?” “Where’s your pacifier?” “Do you want to watch Rapunzel?” “Come get in your chair to eat dinner.” “May I have a kiss?” “Do you want to dance?”

and then I died again from cute

 

She’s an amazing little girl and we are so lucky to be her parents.  And I can’t wait to see what the next few months have in store.

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What’s that expression? Pictures speak louder than words?

Father's Day last year

Father's Day this year

I will say this.

Stephen,

You are an amazing father.  A truly amazing, understanding, protective, loving father.  Neither of us are perfect parents but you have a wellspring of patience that never ceases to amaze me.  That little baby brings out so many good qualities.  My heart always goes pitter patter when I see you, hear you.  You are my partner, my mate, my best friend.  And I always melt inside when I see you with our daughter.

Love,
me

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