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| These days, you look at me like this a lot. A LOT. |
You are almost 17 months old. The only other letter I have ever written to you is in your baby book. I wrote that one when you were still quite young, maybe 5 months old. A lot has changed since then. YOU have changed since then (A LOT). I kind of wish I had written you more of these letters, because, despite the hard time I always give your grandma for not remembering anything of my childhood, I already don't remember so many little details of yours! Our days are so full, it's impossible to remember it all. So I won't. But I'll tell you a bit about you now.
You are no longer a baby. I'm not going to lie, I mourn this. I miss your babyness. I am a lover of babies. I loved the days when you were happy to just be in my arms, to nurse, to be changed, to sleep. I loved loving you and being there for you always. But you have grown and grown and grown into this AMAZING little girl. You surprise me every day with the things you know and understand. I miss your babyness, but, I love and adore your toddlerness as well.
Today, we were Skyping with your grandma and she asked you where the dog was. Maybe a slightly odd question since we don't have a dog, and there wasn't one around for you to see. You walked away from us at the computer, but the next minute you returned with your animal book, and opened it up to find the dog! You understand so much of what is going on around you. But you're a stinker. Even though you understand, you don't necessarily respond or listen quite often. We say you are developing a personality. Maybe your stubbornness is just a part of this phase of life. I guess we'll see.
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| Stubborn |
When you do listen though, we have a lot of fun. You can tell me when you're hungry (you still sign for that), when you want to nurse (always, all the time, also a sign), when you want to go outside, or take a bath, or play with toys.... your vocabulary is actually beyond what I can count anymore. It was already like this around 15 months, and I kept thinking I would try to write down the words you used a lot, but, I never got around to it, and now it's totally beyond me. We do hear you say Mamma, Tetis (Daddy), bupes (shoes), akis (cat), vau vau (dog), pupas (beans), apgulies (lay down), aa-ja -ara (outside), and jaaaaa (yes!) quite a lot. You can also name and point to your eyes, ears, nose, teeth, feet, hands, and belly button (which is your favorite). You tell me to lay down when you want to nurse. You want to go outside all the time. And every night, after dinner as we head up the stairs you ask in a hopeful, expectant voice, "anna (bath)?"
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| Your canines are coming in now, and they are causing us ALL pain! |
Being able to communicate with you is awesome. It's lovely to hear you speak, and it's wonderful when we can understand each other. It definitely beats trying to interpret your newborn cries. It's a heart-overflowing moment when I can ask you for a kiss, and you give me one. And you make us laugh a lot too. Even though you have lots of words, you also still babble an incredible amount. Sometimes you go on for minutes telling some story, or explaining something, or talking to an imaginary friend... and you do it with expression and passion. It's very cute. And we laugh when you are going on some tangent about something and then you burp, but, it doesn't even slow you down, you just keep talking. And just recently, you have started putting up your index finger in a truly little old lady fashion and saying, "no, no, no, no, no!" while shaking that little finger of yours like you really mean it! Oh, and you've started using your eyes to communicate as well... sometimes flaring them in big, surprised saucers, sometimes you almost roll them...sometimes you do the cutest eyebrow waggle thing- almost joking, questioning, being silly.
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You are a true toddler- wanting to do everything on your own,
actually capable of doing very little on your own. |
As I mentioned before, you love the water. You'll get in the water whether it's a pool, a lake, an ocean, a puddle, a river, a bucket, the bath, or pretty much anything else. Much to my contentment, you also drink water very well. But playing in it is your favorite. Even when your teeth are chattering you might ask to get out of the water for a second, but if we try to take you away from it, you pitch a fit. You pitch a lot of fits these days because despite having lots of words, you can't always get your message across, and generally your first reaction is to shriek. It's not an altogether enjoyable experience, for either of us, I imagine. I try not to dwell on your fits, but, sometimes you include hitting, kicking and biting in your little displays, and then it's hard to get past them. You bite hard, and you kick hard. Your hit needs a little more meat behind it. (KIDDING!) Your dad and I aren't really sure how to get you past the hitting, kicking and biting, but, we're working on it. Hopefully, by the time you can read this, it will have passed. ;)
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| In the water, playing with your belly button. Pretty much perfect for you! |
You love your Dad. And it's very obvious. He is your favorite playmate. Today you saw a motorbike drive by the house and it started you asking, "Tetis? Tetis?" I told you he was at work. You walked around repeating it for a while, "Tetis darba, tetis darba..." You might have also thrown in a, "tetis cuc" or "tetis ara" but whatever... your mind was on your daddy. Your face lights up when he gets home from work, and you usually do one of two things- either drag him straight to your playroom, or tell him right away you want to go outside. You kick a soccer ball around with him, ride on the skateboard with him, play in the pool, run around chasing each other- and both of you practice your Latvian. Your dad supports you speaking Latvian, and speaks to you almost only in Latvian, which is awesome. You'll pick up English soon enough- we're not worried about it. For now, it's beyond adorable to hear you spitting out your little Latvian words as they come.
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| Father and daughter- totally in love with each other. |
My only complaint about you, my dear, is that at 17 months, you still only sleep a few hours at a stretch at most EVER. We still share a family bedroom, although you have your own bed, next to ours. You fall asleep there, and sometimes you'll go back there after you've woken, but usually at some point in the night, you crawl on over, latch on, and cuddle in. Thankfully, after a long summer in smaller beds, we have a king sized bed now, so there's room for everyone, regardless of the arrangement. But, the broken sleep is starting to wear on me, and I wish you would just sleep. We can't put a finger on what it is that wakes you, or why you haven't learned to just fall back asleep. We've given you plenty of opportunities to learn all of these things, but, when you wake at night these days, you wake with a scream, and you don't stop until your dad has walked/shushed you back to sleep, or until you have nursed. Sometimes despite his best efforts, only nursing will work, and I have to go in and "save the day". Sometimes it makes for long nights. Sometimes I get really frustrated, but when you fall asleep again in my lap or on my shoulder, which you sometimes do without nursing, I realize that you're still such a little person. Eventually I find myself holding you a little tighter, and for a little longer than necessary, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to blink and you will be 10, going off to sleepovers and sleeping through the night at someone else's house. For what it's worth, I think you will grow up to sleep like your dad- 6 hours maximum on any given night, and a small catnap in the afternoon when possible.
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| Serious |
Beni, being your mother is the most fulfilling thing I have ever done in my life. So many people often say it, but, I can't really remember life without you- I mean I can, but, I wouldn't want to. I waited for you for years and years and years, and when you finally arrived, you were a dream come true right there in my arms. Being your mother is also one of the most challenging things I've ever done in my life. Every day, there are decisions to make, some big, some small... but they all feel monumental, because I wonder how they will affect you. I wonder if you'll get over it, or if this little thing I did today, is the one you'll be discussing in therapy 25 years from now. You never know.
For the most part though, I trust you'll be ok, because you've already shown how adaptable and flexible you can be. You've already traveled to 5 continents in your short life, been through nearly every time zone, and you've mostly weathered it no worse for the wear. You're healthy, happy and full of curiosity about life. You watch and listen to everything going on around you, take it in, and use it later. Such a smart little girl. Today you sat on the floor, tracing a circle on your own foot, doing "round and round the garden" on yourself, as your Aunt Courtney did for you countless times on the weekend. Then you grabbed each of your little toes as well and did "this little piggy" too.
You have a new cousin, Aina, whom you haven't met yet, but with whom you are obsessed! We sit and look at her pictures, and sometimes talk to her and your godparents on Skype. I'm not sure when you'll meet her, but I do hope you'll be friends when you're older. You love all kids, and you've followed your other, older, cousins around like a loyal puppy, wanting to do whatever they were doing. I can only hope that you will someday take to a sibling or two as easily. So far, you have a bit of a love/hate relationship with your other younger cousin Gabe. When you're with him and his mother, you love him... when you're with me and just me, you hate him. Sigh. I'm sure you'll outgrow that one soon.
You are, if nothing else, fully self-expressed. Your happiness, your astonishment, your fear, your anger, your frustration- they all come out full force and are generally unmistakable (although sometimes the cause is less readily understood). As much as it might drive me crazy now, I hope you stay self-expressed. Speak your mind. Let it out. Especially your joy, because when you smile and laugh like this (in the next photo) you infect everyone around you with your joy. It's a beautiful thing, and it shouldn't be lost. I'll do my best to try not to take it away from you.
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| Serious joy |
There is so much more I could tell you about you now. But you've been asleep for a couple hours, and it's almost midnight, and I'm getting tired, and I know you'll be needing me soon. So I'll leave it at that. Know that above all else, I love you with all my heart. It is my honor to mother you, and to try my best to do right by you.
Lielas bucas, maza pile,
Mamma