My baby is now a kidlet. A funny, opinionated, mobile, smart, tricky kidlet. No, she isn't walking yet (though she tries to get down from my arms like she is about to run a marathon), and she still can't do the Sunday Times crossword puzzle. However, she is into everything, especially those things she shouldn't be. Of course, when she gets caught she is willing to admit her mistake, shaking her head and saying "no, no, no." It's so cute we almost want her to do something she shouldn't so that we can see her do it.
Meg now eats EVERYTHING. She loves fruit with a zest usually reserved for middle aged women in juicer commercials. Tonight she was eating a bison burger and looked up to say "yummmmm." Avocados do not last long in our house because of her, and very little goes to the dog. She even eats spinach. I'm sure that later she will get preferences, but right now everything tastes good to her, and she is savoring every bite.
Changing her diaper, or putting clothes on her is now an ordeal. She is happiest when she is naked, and will fight with all her might to stay that way. It has gotten to the point that I gather numerous things to keep Meg interested before I even try to change her diaper, and always pick outfits that can put one in less than three seconds. She wears a lot of "bag" type outfits. If only they made them in my size too...
For her birthday we are taking Meg to the zoo. Then we are letting her smash her fist into a cake. I'm not sure if we are getting a stripper, but Ryan said he had a surprise for her. Whatever we end up doing though, I know every moment will be spent marveling at our girl, and the blessings she has brought to our lives.
Oh, how we love her.