For the first time, in a long time, I’m glad to see September. Before Ava, I was a die hard fan of Summer, but then I experienced Summer with a baby and then suddenly, it’s not so fun anymore. Kids have now gone back to school, the nights are getting chillier and each day I squint out of the window to see if the leaves in the park have fallen yet. Some have- just a little teaser of full on Autumn days to come. But also…Autumn clothes for a toddler? I die, they’re all so cute.
I took Ava to a role play center earlier this afternoon. She was in her element, running in and out of the little pretend town square and for the first time in perhaps ever, she ran off without so much as a backwards glance at me towards the direction of bubbles floating through the air. We had a great time. We went to the pretend Vet’s (the cat was itchy) we washed cars at the Car Wash, we threw bottles into the trolley at the supermarket- we even had time to mop the floor in the diner. Both of us were shattered when we got home though- she had a danger nap and I passed out on the sofa with a cat on my belly.
15 months old has been a whirlwind of developments. Cruising became walking and she is a constant whirl of babble and squeals and giggles. It’s like a lightbulb has gone off and the Go switch activated. She’s just go, go, go! She can talk alot– I think we have a chatterbox on our hands. I can see her sense of humour appearing too- she’ll raise her finger to her mouth and say shhh! before letting out a loud squeal as if to say tricked you! Her most used words apart from mama or dada are hello, byebye, itchy (because #eczemalife) Peppa, go, shoes, and lately, park. As in, let’s go to the park. Right now. And then she’ll take my hand and lead me to the front door. She’ll also sing ‘Heeeey Dugee’ as that’s her latest favourite (but maybe not as much as Daddy Pig who gets a kiss everyday)
Sometimes I feel like she saves all her words up for Robin, for when he comes home in that sliver of time just before she goes to bed. She babbles at him earnestly and sometimes, seriously. I love watching her face- I have absolutely no idea what she’s telling him but her face is so sincere. It must be something good!
15 months though- I hope it’s a while before she grows out of resting her head onto my shoulder as I carry her upstairs to bed, or running to me on the sofa to throw her head and arms around my waist. I like that I can ditch the buggy sometimes and just take her for a walk around the park, just her and I, her hand tightly holding onto mine until it isn’t because there’s an interesting piece of gravel/twig/leaf on the ground that needs picking up. I haven’t said it in awhile, but 15 months- it’s my favourite.2