Dear Remy Roo,
I’m stunned by what a big difference we’ve seen in you in just one month. Heck, in just the last week! But it also shows how quickly we parents forget. When I look back at what your big sister was doing at 11 months old, it’s funny how much you’re following in her footsteps…
…quite literally, since you have started to walk.
You’ve been pulling yourself up to a standing position for a while, but while we were spending a few weeks at Grammy and Grampy’s house in Maine, you began standing and holding yourself for a few seconds, independent of any walls or people.
And almost as soon as we got home, you started taking a few tentative steps.
You’re still working on your balance and strength, but you’re stronger by the day. I’ll admit that I take advantage of what a velcro kid you still are with me — I’ll stand a few steps away from you with my arms out and wait for you to come to me. You are so determined and proud of yourself when you are able to make it to your goal.
But you sure are a troublemaker.
You love to knock things over, pull the cat’s tail, throw books and toys, push food off your tray and much more. And the naughtier you are, the more you giggle when we correct you. And speaking of giggling, you love playing peekaboo — or as we call it, peekaROO — and put blankets over your face and snicker until we pull it off and “find” you.
Sleeping remains a challenge, but what else is new? After some rocky nights on vacation, you’re back to a somewhat normal routine: two naps a day, bed at 6:30pm, awake at 5am with at least one wake-up overnight. I am overwhelmingly exhausted, but I know that while the nights are long, the years are short, so I’m just trying to make it one day at a time.
You aren’t quite the chatterbox that your sister was at this age, but you are definitely more vocal than you were. You say mamamamamamamamama through the day and sometimes, baba, dada and a few other incomprehensible words. Your big sister desperately tries to get you to say her name or some variation, but you just laugh at her.
One word you have learned is “kiss” and it’s adorable. We ask you for kisses and you lurch forward to lick us or try an open-mouthed kiss. It’s sloppy, sticky and so sweet.
You got plenty of kisses when we attended your Uncle Kyle and new Auntie Alex’s wedding. It was so much fun and despite some new teeth breaking in — ouch! — and a lot of late nights, you were a trouper. I loved getting to show you and your sister off to our families, most of whom live far away from us. Sniff, sniff.
(That gorgeous picture is from photographer Joel Greenberg.)
You’re about to turn one and I’m just not emotionally prepared. So expect a sappy love letter in a few weeks.
For now, just know that you are a joy and treasure.