Saturday, June 19, 2010
Annalise at thirteen months
Annie has occasionally been attempting a few other words besides "mama" and "dada." Here they are in no particular order:
"Bub. Bub." Bubbles.
(While scratching my foot) "Tick. Tick." (She also says this while trying to tickle her own feet or underneath her fat little chin).
She has her two top front teeth now, and she looks so different with a four-toothed smile. Or grimace.
She has long been fond of her "Lovey," cuddling up with it to sleep since she was a small infant; but now, she's really attached. Do NOT get between her and Lovey. It will not go well for you. Lovey is a soft little blanket, fleece on one side, satin on the other. In the center of the blanket is a little bear with matted down fur and outstretched arms. I bought it for her hoping it would become her favorite toy. And just like The Velveteen Rabbit, that bear is one well-loved happy little toy. I think to myself sometimes, 'I really ought to wash that thing; it hasn't been washed in awhile.' But it's hard to find an opportunity. It's so cute the way she hugs it to her chest and walks around with it. If I leave it in her crib, she'll try to reach through the bars and grab it. If she can't reach it, she starts to whimper until I get it out for her. Sometimes she burrows her face into it and sucks on its nose. If I tell her to go find Lovey, she will, and when she finds it, she'll rub it against her face. When she wasn't feeling well for a few days, she would sometimes lay down and put her face on it.
There's another side of Annie we saw a lot of this month. This kid has a scary temper. I don't know who she thinks died and put her in charge, but when she doesn't get her way, she throws a screaming fit. Her face turns purple and she shrieks so loud it pierces your eardrums. Anything can set her off: stumbling and bumping her head, being told she can't play with something, or just because.. why not? Tim blames me for her "diva-like" behavior, saying that Delaney was never like that and I treat Annie differently than I treated Delaney. If I have spoiled her by loving her, then I guess I'm guilty. But I would never take back a single kiss or cuddle. And I maintain that I am not treating her any differently than I treated Delaney at the same age. Tim says I "baby" Annie. I'm pretty sure I "babied" Delaney just as much. When they're babies, I treat them like babies! They are just different kids. Annie tries to mess with the knobs on the stove. Delaney never did. That's a second child for you, I guess.
Just in the last couple of days, she's started waking up very early in the morning again, around 3 or 5. I just read in a Babycenter article that between 12 and 14 months, babies start to actively dream, and that can startle them awake. Maybe that's what's happening to her. I wonder what she dreams about? My demise, probably.