Where’s Hattie’s 15 month post you might ask? Well, you won’t find it. I missed it, but I’ll be sure to catch you up on the happenings of Miss Hattie Leigh right here, right now.
Weight: 26 lbs.
Height: 31 inches
Teeth: 6 (2 bottom, 4 top) all molars are sprouting as we speak
Sleep: Work in progress, but luckily she sleeps through the night more often than not now
Naps: 1 (2-3 hours)
Words: Anything you say
Hattie’s personality may have been sprouting back in 2013, but it’s in full bloom now! She is highly entertaining, and describing her in text will be difficult, I will have to make this a very colorful post to help you imagine what a ray of sunshine, and sometimes thunder, that she is.
She is innately feminine. Meaning, you will rarely find me decked out in accessories, yet my offspring cannot go a day without loading herself down with purses, bangles, and necklaces-meaning-anything round looped over her arm (Croc straps, towel holders, picnic baskets), stacking bracelets, and once again anything round (bra straps, dish towels, phone cords when visiting non-baby proof houses). She loads herself down, and then transfers it all from one room to another (usually wherever I am busying myself) and sets up shop.
She received a darling jewelry box as a gift for being a flower girl in a wedding a few weekends ago, and every morning when I go into her room to get her from bed, she hands me her pipe (pacifier) because she knows that it goes on the shelf until nap time, and then points to her jewelry box and grabs her neck, which means “put on my necklace”. She smiles thankfully as I screw it on, and then she points again. This time she is wanting a bracelet, and when I grab one she eagerly holds out her wrist. After this routine, she is ready for breakfast. Highly entertaining this jewelry fetish is. She even knows that we take it off during her naps, but don’t worry we play the same “deck me out” game when she wakes up from those too. She plays independently by herself well for extended periods of time, but I have found myself engaging with her more, since she tends to finally enjoy it. We fix puzzles, dance and sing a lot. Like a lot. And then some more. We also “cook”. Sometimes it’s real cooking, and sometimes it’s fake cooking, but we always sing our favorite cooking song, “Stir, stir, stir the pot, watcha’ gonna’ make? Will it make my tummy smile, or will it make it ache?”. Hattie and I, we’ll be in Nashville soon writing songs, just you wait and see. Speaking of songs, our teeth-brushing song is even snazzier, “Brush, brush, brush your teeth, brush the day away. Brush em’, brush em’ brush em’ brush em’, brush the day away”. In the morning it changes to “Brush the night away”, but whatever. I’m sure you’re totally impressed by now, so we should just move on.
She is becoming quite the little outdoors-woman, and will screech if Ben or I head outside without her during the day, even if it is just to throw a diaper into the garbage. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by the cold, I think she is going to be so hardheaded once she does talk however, that she will be one of those children with blue lips, and a shivering stutter saying “I’m not cold Mom, I promise”. We have been in the shop/outside kitchen a lot lately putting the finishing touches in place, and she has taken to riding the creeper (in case you were confused), chewing on blocks of wood, and leaving sawdust footprints everywhere. I think she will thoroughly enjoy gardening with me this spring and summer. If we start our own little farm like I hope we will soon, she will surely fall in love with our animals, seeing as animal noises and books are her very favorite things. We read this book over and over and over again. She giggles, at what, I don’t know, and imitates the animals as I point to them. I believe that this is the age that parents envision when they find out they are pregnant, the age where you play ring around the rosy until your tailbone falls off (and everyone in her visual area HAS to join in, nothing like a toddler to bring 5 adults into a circle holding hands and singing), the age where all those months of helping them do the sign of the cross finally pays off, and out of nowhere while saying grace, they bow their heads and pray all on their own, when they begin to repeat, and feel sorrow as they watch you leave. The age where they steal food off of your plate, and you can finally steal from theirs without having to use a straw. The age where they start to understand love, and give it affectionately and without reserve. I loved the infant stage, and so did Ben, but I see him more mesmerized with her now, and he can’t help but say at least three times a day, ” I love her so much”. As sassy as she may be (eyebrow furrow, you slap me, I’ll slap you, pulling away from you, running away from you, and my mom and dad’s personal favorite, I will forcefully throw anything that you try to take from me onto the ground before you can get to it) I can’t help but love the fact that she feels every single emotion. I have no doubt that as she grows, I will never have to guess how she feels. She wears her feelings on her sleeve, which makes it that much better when she feels love. She will stop whatever she is doing (stacking blocks, pushing her shopping cart, etc.) to run to me and hug my legs and pull me down for a kiss, then she’s off to whatever she was doing before she felt the need to express her feeling to me. There is hardly a gray area for this girl, and to my relief, she is happy the majority of the time.
If I could go back to when we began Hattie on solids, I would do Baby Led Weaning all over again. Hattie eats well, extremely well, and I am so thankful for this. She has gotten interested in detail, so I have began to prepare her meals with a little extra flair (heart shaped sandwiches, etc.) She smiles as she examines her plate, and it makes me so happy to be able to spend as much time on her diet as I do. She still only drinks water or milk, no juice, and she is elated on the occasion that I throw a lemon or berry into the mix for a little flavor. Her favorite foods are olives (I totally bought her this shirt-I just had to) cheese-duh, bananas, pears, nectarines, broccoli, sweet peppers, omelets or eggs of any sort, pistachios, and raisins.
Sorry this post is so long, but now you are all caught up on our little munchkin! She sure has progressed a lot since December!
Onesie: Baby Gap (similar)
Overalls: Mine (vintage 1990) similar
Shoes: Zara Baby (similar)
Necklace: Inspired by Finn
Headband: Local Boutique