I’ve been struggling with writing this, as you can probably tell since it’s almost two weeks late. It’s just I don’t want it to sound too negative. I have a tendency to focus on the bad parts of life while not appreciating the good, and I don’t want Adele to read this one day and feel hurt.
But that said, DAMN. It’s been rough.
And it’s only because I have blissfully forgotten how difficult it was when Sebastian was this age. The past few (six?) months have seen a ridiculous amount of development with Adele, which is why she thinks she is able to do everything by herself without anyone’s help.
You can imagine how difficult she is to live with. Everything with her is a fight, be it taking her out of her crib in the morning, changing her diaper, getting her dressed, changing her diaper again, feeding her, fixing her hair, brushing her teeth, giving her a bath, changing her diaper another time, or putting her down for a nap. In other words … life. Life is a fight.
The only thing she sits still for is putting on her shoes because she knows that means she gets to go outside.
She has discovered that spitting at you is a good way to get attention, even negative, and spitting chewed up food is even better. She also still throws all of her food on the floor to tell you she’s finished and ready to get out of her seat. We’re working on ‘Down, please.’
She wants to help you with whatever you’re doing, be it washing dishes or sweeping the floor. When I vacuum she gets out the old $3 plastic toy one I bought for Sebastian at a consignment sale when he was her age and follows behind me.
We’ve started working some on shapes and colors and letters, and she will repeat most of the alphabet back to you when you say the letters.
She would spend most of her time running outside if I’d let her, only coming in for food.
She mimics what we do, like she’s learning all she can. This morning as we were brushing our teeth I noticed that she was staring at me hard, trying to copy the movements I was making.
This is such a crazy time. So full of expansive activity, so not full of sleep. As I type this she is talking to herself in her bed, supposed to be napping. But with her I can’t just let her skip it. The afternoon and evenings will be horrible. The girl needs the shut-eye. And especially since last night she woke up over and over again.
|(Taken the morning of her birthday. Those aren't really her pajamas|
but Chris said they were too ugly to be clothes. I told him
he had no sense of style.
If I’ve been gone from the house, even if it’s just for 30 minutes, Adele will run up to me, yelling my name and hug me so tight, like she never wants to let me go.
Her smile makes everything better, and we see it frequently.
My pretty girl.
I love your feisty, over-exhuberant, throwing-yourself-into-everything-full-force way of living.
There’s so much I could learn from you.