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Hello all.
It has been quite a long time since I have posted here. Turns out that babies take up a lot of your extra time. Who knew! All kidding aside, life has been very busy. Growing child, new job, new commute, and just a desire to send most of my time with the special people in my life and not writing about it. But I have missed these recaps more and more as the months have gone on, so I've decided to start again. And maybe you'll be kind enough to read along.
Well, she's 21 months today and it's absolutely scary how fast it has gone. I'll soon be planning her 2nd birthday party. I'm still absolutely amazed at everything she does and all the milestones she hits. I can tell you that she knew all of her colors and would identify them for me by 14 months, she could point out animals (dog, cat, duck, bear, horse, cow, rooster, sheep) and tell me their sounds by 16 months, she knew her basic shapes by 18 months and started counting to 10 on her own at 20 months. Her vocabulary is shockingly vast and sometimes a little scary. She can put together sentences and phrases and thoughts. Now I wish I could claim responsibility for all of this. However, I believe the daycare she is in is where she learns all of this. I try to help in my way, but really, it has to be the daycare. This all leaves me proud and frustrated at the same time. I'm so excited to watch her grow and I love how fearless and inquisitive she is however, because she spends so much more time with the ladies and children at the daycare then with her parents I feel I can't label her achievements as an influence of mine or Eric's for that matter. Yes, I know she learns things from us as well, but let's face it, I have her for 3 hours a day. Pitiful. By the time I pick her up at 5:30 or 6pm, we have to get home, make and eat dinner, play, and go to bed. Eric gets her ready in the morning because I have to leave the house by 6:45 every morning. So the quantity of hours is by no means close to that of the hours the lovely women of the daycare have her. That doesn't mean that I don't recognize the advantages I have over the other women that have her. When she's with me she gets me all to herself. We have special songs that we sing together. I know her tickle spots like no one else and I know what soothes her when she is sad. We play games and dance and swing. She's a little daredevil, to my delight and chagrin. I've seen scaredy-cat toddlers and she is not one. She's brazen, proud and full of life. This I know she gets from her parents. These are characteristics I can see in both me and Eric, and I'm pretty sure that this is spice that rubs off on her on a daily basis. For that I am proud, and I claim it as mine. She may have learned most of her ABC's in the daycare, but she sings it boldly, calmly, shyly, loudly and shamelessly because I am her mom and Eric is her Dad.
I didn't want to deluge you all with an incredibily long post. So we'll leave it at that. But I will be adding to this with more consistancy going forward. The photo is a few months old, but it's one of my favorites. Love to you all.
Desiree
