Ida has no baby book. Sad, I know. I think it would seem less sad if Theo didn't have such a long and detailed one. I could open Theo's baby book right now and tell you how old he was when his left incisor broke through or when he learned how to hold a cup. But anyway. Since much of that kind of info about Ida is lost forever, here's Ida now at 14 months. Indulge me, will you?
After her nap, as soon as she hears the doorknob turning she perks up and says brightly, "Hi!" (leave off the H; it's more like "Eye!" Cockney influence.) Either that or she cries crankily for about 10 minutes while I hold her.
She has had a runny nose more often than not throughout her life.
She recently out of the blue started calling Matt "Matt."
She says banana, apple, pear, cracker, car, coat, milk, nurse, hot, cold, Hannah, mama, dada, Ida, night night, bye, hi, all done, no, more, thank you, baby doll, binky, help, and yogurt. Cracker, hot, and no are current special favorite words. She also signs cracker, hot, cold, all done, no, more, milk, please, and thank you. Side note: Ida, all done, and hot all sound pretty much the same. As do Hannah, banana, and night night. Same with binky and cracker. Or car and coat. Truth be told, a very discerning ear is required for pretty much anything that comes out of her mouth.
She sings...nameless, somewhat tuneless melodies and I'm pretty sure she's just copying Theo but it always makes me smile.
She didn't get teeth until just before her first birthday, and then six came in at once.
She didn't crawl until about 9 months, then started walking two months after that.
I'll be honest, not the best sleeper I've ever lived with. I could whisper her name right now and she'd wake up out of a solid slumber. (slight exaggeration) But she has always been a decent napper, and more often than not she sleeps through the night now, so let's say her first year of nights is water under the bridge.
She absolutely refused bottles but I had to fight my hardest to keep her nursing past 3 months, 6 months, 9 months, 12 months. Explain that one to me. Somehow I get the feeling she's going to head off to Africa or somewhere straight out of high school, maybe tossing me a casual "Later, Mom" on her way out the door. Maybe she'll send me an e-mail every few months.
She hasn't nursed in months but still likes to come up to me occasionally, pull on my shirt and say, "Nurse?" then laugh and scamper away.
She has the craziest, wispiest elf hair that I've ever seen that I have had to get cut about once a month but at least it's not hard to comb. Maybe someday her bangs will grow in.
She is a champion walker and explorer, LOVES to be held upside down (which her dad also loved when he was little), and is learning to climb. She can crawl up a flight of stairs but is then stranded at the top, although if left to her own devices she'll just attempt to walk back down. She recently figured out how to climb onto a child-sized chair and, as though purposely to thwart my plan to scare her into submission, is completely unfazed when, time after time, she rocks it too much and falls with it to the floor.
She loves to dance and as soon as she hears music she starts bobbing to the beat with either a gigantic smile or an intense look of concentration.
She is way more curious than Theo ever was or is. She gets into every cupboard and drawer that is possibly within her reach--even some that don't seem possibly within her reach.
She LOVES baby dolls and pushing baby dolls in her doll stroller. She also loves to hold a baby doll and pat its back, or better yet, give it to me to hold and pat its back, or better yet, climb into my lap herself, give me the doll to hold, then have me pat her back while she pats the doll's back.
She loves taking medicine. I guess this is good because she has had to take more medicine than Theo ever did between ear infections, teething, and the flu.
She says banana, apple, pear, cracker, car, coat, milk, nurse, hot, cold, Hannah, mama, dada, Ida, night night, bye, hi, all done, no, more, thank you, baby doll, binky, help, and yogurt. Cracker, hot, and no are current special favorite words. She also signs cracker, hot, cold, all done, no, more, milk, please, and thank you. Side note: Ida, all done, and hot all sound pretty much the same. As do Hannah, banana, and night night. Same with binky and cracker. Or car and coat. Truth be told, a very discerning ear is required for pretty much anything that comes out of her mouth.
She sings...nameless, somewhat tuneless melodies and I'm pretty sure she's just copying Theo but it always makes me smile.
She didn't get teeth until just before her first birthday, and then six came in at once.
She didn't crawl until about 9 months, then started walking two months after that.
I'll be honest, not the best sleeper I've ever lived with. I could whisper her name right now and she'd wake up out of a solid slumber. (slight exaggeration) But she has always been a decent napper, and more often than not she sleeps through the night now, so let's say her first year of nights is water under the bridge.
She absolutely refused bottles but I had to fight my hardest to keep her nursing past 3 months, 6 months, 9 months, 12 months. Explain that one to me. Somehow I get the feeling she's going to head off to Africa or somewhere straight out of high school, maybe tossing me a casual "Later, Mom" on her way out the door. Maybe she'll send me an e-mail every few months.
She hasn't nursed in months but still likes to come up to me occasionally, pull on my shirt and say, "Nurse?" then laugh and scamper away.
She has the craziest, wispiest elf hair that I've ever seen that I have had to get cut about once a month but at least it's not hard to comb. Maybe someday her bangs will grow in.
She is a champion walker and explorer, LOVES to be held upside down (which her dad also loved when he was little), and is learning to climb. She can crawl up a flight of stairs but is then stranded at the top, although if left to her own devices she'll just attempt to walk back down. She recently figured out how to climb onto a child-sized chair and, as though purposely to thwart my plan to scare her into submission, is completely unfazed when, time after time, she rocks it too much and falls with it to the floor.
She loves to dance and as soon as she hears music she starts bobbing to the beat with either a gigantic smile or an intense look of concentration.
She is way more curious than Theo ever was or is. She gets into every cupboard and drawer that is possibly within her reach--even some that don't seem possibly within her reach.
She knows how to hit. Always lovely.
She LOVES baby dolls and pushing baby dolls in her doll stroller. She also loves to hold a baby doll and pat its back, or better yet, give it to me to hold and pat its back, or better yet, climb into my lap herself, give me the doll to hold, then have me pat her back while she pats the doll's back.
She loves taking medicine. I guess this is good because she has had to take more medicine than Theo ever did between ear infections, teething, and the flu.
(I keep comparing Ida to how Theo was as a baby, but I think it's fun to note how they are different and similar.)
Obsessed with crackers. Heaven for Ida would be to walk around everywhere with at least 4 crackers in each fist.
Obsessed with binkies. As soon as she could clutch, she always had to go to sleep with a binky in her mouth and another clutched in her hand. JIC, you know.
Not the biggest fan of babysitters. But I'm told she's fine after we leave.
Pretty much unafraid of anything besides babysitters. Loud or sudden noises, big animals, a fiery furnace, a precipice which if slipped off would lead to her certain death, none of these things make her blink. She LOVES helping me vacuum.
She loves Theo. Theo of course loves her and she is sometimes patient with his hugs. Possibly my favorite way that she shows love is coming up to him and rubbing his hair, like she's shampooing it. He lets her do it until she gets bored with it--about 30 seconds at most. It's pretty hilarious.
She rocketed into weandom all on her own and never looked back except to laugh at me, but boy is she a snuggler. Nothing better than snuggling my babies.
Obsessed with binkies. As soon as she could clutch, she always had to go to sleep with a binky in her mouth and another clutched in her hand. JIC, you know.
Not the biggest fan of babysitters. But I'm told she's fine after we leave.
Pretty much unafraid of anything besides babysitters. Loud or sudden noises, big animals, a fiery furnace, a precipice which if slipped off would lead to her certain death, none of these things make her blink. She LOVES helping me vacuum.
She loves Theo. Theo of course loves her and she is sometimes patient with his hugs. Possibly my favorite way that she shows love is coming up to him and rubbing his hair, like she's shampooing it. He lets her do it until she gets bored with it--about 30 seconds at most. It's pretty hilarious.
She rocketed into weandom all on her own and never looked back except to laugh at me, but boy is she a snuggler. Nothing better than snuggling my babies.
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Makes me miss Ida - who seemed more taken with Dad than me. But just give me time!!
I wonder if I was as observant with my kids as you seem to be with yours.
I mostly remember highlights.
Such a cutie. I feel her on being the second child. There was no baby shower for me and far less portrait sittings for me than Vickie but none the less I know I am just as loved. And I get the added bonus of having an older sibling.
I can't wait to hear her talk when she is here. Seems like she already knows lots of words.
My name can be made with two letters. K-T. Just saying, maybe she could work on it. : )
Gretta was a horrible sleeper too, meaning she would, and still will, wake up to the slightest sound. But her naps were most excellent, thereby canceling out the sleep issues. Thank goodness for good naps.
Ida is sure a cutie patootie. Those chunky legs are just too much!
Pretty cute.
She looks just like you, Eliza, (including the runny nose) when you were little.
Oh my, I never knew she had such yummy thighs!! I love the baby fat. I can hardly wait until my little babes get chubby and cherub looking all over. She is adorable!!
So glad I am not the only one who has forgotten my other children besides my firstborn :)
Merry Christmas!
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