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Dear Lu (15 mos)

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Dear Lu,

Oh my goodness.  You.

I just adore you.  In the past week, you started walking.  You had made a few attempts before, but starting on Tuesday, you really went for it.  Today, I’m not sure that I’ve seen you scoot once.  I love the look on your face, one part wonder, one part fear, one part pride.  You hold your arms out for balance, but you’re already attempting to carry things.  Your bravery when it comes to climbing is truly frightening.

I know some babies start crawling, start walking and never look back.  They’re on the go, and they’d rather be stirring it up than be held.  Not you.  Though you’re curious and proud of your new skills, you’re reaching up to be held more often than not.  The past month, in particular, you’ve been sensitive and cuddly, just wanting to be held close as I make breakfast or clean the house.  Thank God for the Ergo.  Sometimes I feel a bit frustrated as Lily whines that she’s hungry (while I’m making breakfast) and you’re tugging at my pant leg, crying to be held.  It feels like I can’t get anything done, but then I remember.  I might be slower with a little bundle strapped to me, but it doesn’t matter.  I want to hold you as much as I can while I can.  You might be getting bigger, and you might be partially proficient at walking, but you’re still my baby.

It’s so strange seeing you in clothes I really clearly remember Lily wearing.  You’re a bit smaller, so I’m not sure that the timing is the same in terms of what clothes at what age, but it is a startling sense of deja vu.

There are many similarities between the two of you:  beyond the blonde hair and blue eyes, you both are cuddlers, and love to be held, even at this stage when you’re starting to become more independent physically.  You both love/loved to nurse.  You both are shameless flirts whenever someone makes eye contact with you, smiling and bashfully hiding your face and then playing peek-a-boo.

But you’re different, too.  For all of your sensitive snuggles this past month, you’re still pretty independent, scooting or walking off into other rooms, finding toys to play with, and just generally entertaining yourself.  You also hate to be told no.  Whenever I shake my head or tell you not to do something, your face crumbles, and you start to cry.  You’re a comedienne, too.  You love to see us laugh, and if something that you do happens to get that effect, you do it again and again, quite pleased with the hysterical results.

You love:  Music!  Oh my goodness.  You’re whole body perks up when music is playing, and you’ll start dancing.  You have this look on your face that tells me you’re really paying attention to the music.  You love watching Grandma play her guitar.

You’ve just started picking up a baby and hugging and rocking it.  The other day, I even saw you push up your shirt and nurse a little baby.  Oh my goodness.  SO CUTE.

At the playground, you’re quite brave.  You love the slides and stairs, and our playground outings are much more adventuresome these days with two little girls tearing it up 🙂

You are such a details girl.  You adore playing with small objects like buttons, beans, or even spare change, and you love sorting them into little jars or bottles best.  The other night, you methodically picked up and donned about 50 mardi gras necklaces, one at a time with such lovely, precise movements.  We have a couple tiny books with our instagram photos, and you LOVE paging through those, exclaiming at each recognizable face.

You’re a pretty good eater.  You love beans, bananas, and apples.  I have this great little video of you eating a green smoothie with your hands, picking up a bit and then putting it in your mouth and grunting, “mmmmmm!” each time.

One of the things I love best about you is your hugs.  You are such a good little hugger!  You are so generous with hugs and kisses, and man, I feel so blessed every time you give me a squeeze.

You’re not saying too much yet.  Mama, Dada, Uh oh, Boo, and No!  Are your staples at the moment.  I can’t wait until you can say your sister’s name, but I’m worried that I’m consistent enough in using her name.  I’m always calling her by nicknames or endearments.  It’s more likely that you would say “sister.”

Oh little Lu.  I love you so much.  You are such a sweetheart, and I am so blessed to be your mother.

Love,

Mom

Author: Ellie

Wife, Mom, Adventurer...

One thought on “Dear Lu (15 mos)

  1. Thanks, Ellie, for this update. She is adorable – so bright, so determined:)

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