I took the kids out yesterday morning to try to get some birthday pictures of the girl at age 1. The plan was just to stay in front of our building, maybe find a nice wall to put her in front of. That sort of thing. But as soon as I put her on the side walk off she went. She had something she needed to do and she was going to do it.
I chased her, camera clicking, to the end of the block, but she still hadn’t done what she set out to do. I led her around the corner and chased her down that side of the block – and still, she had places to go. By the time we were half way around the block, it was clear that she was thrilled at having the freedom to go as far and as fast as she could. (Wonder where she got that?) And by the time we arrived back at our apartment the boys were ready to go in and have lunch, but she was having the time of her life.
That’s my girl.
She’s a bit of a firecracker, that one. She loves to be in the thick of things and is pretty good at letting us know what’s up. Turn on the water in the bathtub and she’ll come running, pulling at her clothes to get them off. Ride down a hill on the bike and she’ll lift her arms to catch the breeze. Show her a piece of watermelon at your own peril: it will soon be dripping all over you and her, and she’ll be begging for more.
She’s also a bit of a long, lean thing. (Wonder where she got that?) At 20.5 pounds and 30.5 inches, she’s tall (91st percentile), but fairly average weight (61st). She says “Mama” and “Da,” asks for more, food, and water, and can tell us when she’s all done. And she gives the best hugs probably in the whole world. Melt-into-you hugs that remind me of the newborn “I’m-part-of-you” hugs that make you forget all of the pressing matters you had at hand because all you want to do now is hold her all day.
Which is fine, because we would if she let us. But, unfortunately, she’s a busy girl. There are plastic cups and plates that need to be scattered through the apartment. Books to be torn. Egg shells to fetch from the trash can and chew on (<– true story). Brothers to with hair that needs to be pulled. And entire city blocks that need to be circumnavigated.The world can stand still for a few seconds, but then it’s back to business.