Wednesday, April 16, 2014

And Just Like That... She's 18 Months Old

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a sappy mess writing this post that I thought was so much further away than it was. It feels like I just blinked and suddenly I have a walking, talking, opinionated, strong-willed little girl.

18 months ago, you were a fragile little (being a relative term, of course) thing. You were born at 1:18 pm; 9 pounds and 21" long with lungs of steel as you alerted the entire hospital of your arrival. Your daddy and I wept tears of joy as we welcomed you into our little family. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced in my entire life and I would pay all my money to go back and relive that day over and over again. It was exciting and terrifying and all other emotions that one can feel tied into one moment and you. were. here.

It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that you are a year and a half old. It feels like just yesterday we were sitting you up for your six month photos, standing nearby and on the ready since you would just topple over without any warning. It feels like just yesterday that you went from rocking on your hands and knees to taking those slow, uncertain inches forward. Like just yesterday you learned to stand up, and then walk, and then run. Never to slow down again.

It feels like you just learned to say mommy and daddy, yet all of a sudden you're forming sentences and expressing opinions. Your hilarious and sometimes snotty. A perfect combination of the two.

You've picked up bad habits at daycare like hitting yourself in the head just to say "owie". Not cool, child. You also hit mommy and daddy sometimes which I also blame on daycare because we don't hit at home. At all. But you're so dang cute when we say "Ouch, Kylie. Not nice!!". You tilt your head to the side, smile your biggest smile, and say "hi mommy" or "hi daddy" (which I think means "sorry"?) and then proceed to immediately change the subject to either taking inventory of everyone in the room or asking where somebody went "where daddy go?". It almost makes the face smack worth it. But not quite.

You run (with limited grace) around the house being the sweetest thing that I ever did see. When you're done eating, we just take you to the sink and rinse your hands and face. This act has obviously been picked up by you because you like to play pretend now and use your fake kitchen sink to get some "water", bring it to us, "pour it" from your tiny hands to ours (or wipe our face), and we rub our hands together until you look at them and approve that your efforts have been successful and our hands are clean.

You are the pickiest of picky eaters. Not necessarily that you pick to not eat something completely, but you choose when you want to eat something. For example: some nights you like turkey meat and you absolutely hoover it, but other nights you refuse to touch it. It makes for interesting dinner experiences. Hard-boiled egg whites are always a win though, so we always have those for a backup.

You sleep like a champ still but girl, I wish you'd let me snuggle you at least once in a while. You're only so small for a little while, you know. When we ask you if you're ready for "nye nye", you stand up and sprint to your room where you wait for us to pick you up, ask for a kiss (which you're always more than ready to give), say we love you (which always gets a prompt reply from you: "lub you") and we lay you in bed where you, on most nights, don't make a peep as you drift off into dream land until the next morning when we have to wake you up. You very reluctantly oblige every morning.

You love puppies and babies and all things smaller than you. You are obsessed (and that's putting it mildly) with walks. You've gotten to the stage where if we say "do you want to: what you want to do", you SCREAM and laugh with joy and repeat it over and over as you sprint to the location of the best thing ever.

Want to go for a walk, Kylie?
WALK!!! Walkwalkwalkwalk *while sprinting to the door*

It makes me smile EVERY time.

This also means we have to be super careful around you.

And not that this needs to be said, but Alice is still totally your best friend. You hug her and kiss her and chase her and share all your food with her. You love her.

You've started telling on people which I think is hilarious. Daddy taking your puffcorn made me almost cry with laughter. When you cry, you always point to the source and identify it. For example: when daddy stole your puffcorn and you cried, I said "Kylie, what's wrong?", you reply with "daaaaaaaddy" and point at him. Hilarious.

You also yell at your owies. It's how you get over it so I really can't complain, but where do you come up with this stuff?? You twisted your ankle and couldn't stand on it so you cried and cried and sat on my lap. I tried to cuddle you, but all you did is wipe your tears, point to your foot and say "NO!" and stand up to resume dancing. Also hilarious.

You LOVE to love on people. It started with kiss blowing. Then we started getting sloppy, wonderful smooches. Most of the time your mouth was wide open but with a lot of practice on the loud smacking noise (and daddy and I leading by example of course), we got you to smooch with your mouth closed. Not that we minded, but it got messy. :) Now, we even get HUGS! Cutest thing ever. You grab the back of my neck and pull me in close with both arms and say "BIG HUG!". Oh my goodness I could cry every time you do it. I love it.

The daycare ladies always compliment you. They're always talking about how well you share and play with others. The most recent (and best) was when they said that in all the years they've been there, you are the most articulate for your age. That was a fist-pump compliment because we're ALWAYS reading to and with you and we always speak to you as an adult. No unreasonably large words, we just don't talk in baby talk to you. To say I am proud of you is an understatement (you little smarty pants you).

I could go on and on about how  great you are. Normally, I do. But because this is read and not spoken, it gets a little long and drawn out. So at the very least, I want to say this:

I have never been more proud of anyone in all my life. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You are one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I am so happy (blessed/honored/privileged) to be your mommy.

Your daddy and I love you, baby. To the moon and back.



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Timing Is Everything

Have you ever had something happen in the perfectly inopportune time? Yeah, as you can imagine, that happened.

Last Wednesday I started out for my run knowing my hip was sore, but I thought I could just run it out. I thought it would sort itself out when I hit the ground running (literally). Well, I got two whole blocks before I had to turn around and go home.

The pain in my hip was excruciating. I called the chiropractor and met with him three times (THREE times) to to try and get everything situated before the run and I'm finally on the mend. I ran my fastest 4 miles last Saturday, took Sunday off. Now I run about every other day and I want to take the Friday off before the race.

The reason I am going through this long and boring story is because I was pushing myself too hard. 

I thought that "this is the year I am going to finish my resolution". I wanted to get into shape and I wanted to really make myself a runner. I've learned that while running helps you burn a lot of fat, it's also very hard on your body and now I intend on joining the gym so I can attend classes and work other parts of my body. Build strength, get tone, and give my knees and hips a break.

I don't have a lot of advice other than this:

Do it for you and don't be too hard on yourself.
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