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.
OLIVIA IS FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD.
What the what?
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.
Toddlby Tag. It’s the newest sensation.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?”
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.