So, I really kind of stink at this blogging thing...maybe I'll get better; maybe I won't...maybe people will read it; maybe they won't....
Taylor turned 14 months old on Monday - can you believe it? I can't. She really does warm our hearts on a daily basis (as I'm sure all kids can do for their parents). She is finally having a desire to stand and is so proud of herself when she does (with our help). She has this amazing little wide smile and her eyes light out and sometimes she even goes "mmmm"...beyond cute. She is even taking some steps in front...on her own accord and will "walk with me" if I help. I hope to get that on video before she is off an running. She is trying to pull up and can get on her knees easily; she has begun to put one leg out (as if she was trying to get it under her), but she still has a little ways to go. She is getting stronger every day though.
It's weird - her not walking really hasn't bothered me. What bothers me is the 15 month lecture we may get if she isn't walking. The fact that I am dreading her 15 month check-up tells me I probably need to find a new pediatrician before then...maybe I'll start on that today. It's not that she's an awful doctor; we just aren't jelling like I would like. The 12-month check-up made me feel like such a failure and I don't think that's how I should feel when leaving. I also was confused and didn't know what to do - had a great idea of what I was doing wrong (in her eyes), but didn't have an execution plan. So frustrating. I mean, if Taylor was really behind across the board, I may be more concerned (and don't get me wrong; hind-sight being 20/20; there are some things I would do differently if given the chance), but she just hasn't had a desire to move....her scoots serve her well enough in her eyes (and man, she can scoot).
Am I rambling and all over the place yet?
From about 4 months or so Taylor has been a good sleeper. She cried when being put down but not for long and eventually is subsided. Well, a couple of months ago she started to cry again. Made me so sad and made bed-time and nap-time way less enjoyable. I missed my non-crying baby (I know, I have it so rough...the girl sleeps like 15 hours a day; who am I to complain if she cries for a minute or two when put down?) Well, a couple of weeks ago she stopped crying again (most of the time). In fact, last Friday night (10 days ago), she nursed, we read a story out of her Bible, said our prayers, and then I wanted to cuddle with her for a minute. Well, within a minute of us finishing up our prayers, she started to cry. Brian came in, picked her up, gave her a hug, we both kissed her goodnight, placed her in her crib and left the room - as soon as we were out of the door she stopped crying. Yes, our baby girl kicked us out of her room so she could sleep! She did that again 2 nights later. Amazing :)
Oh, and something else she did then that I loved (and miss, because she doesn't do as much)...when she hugged you, she would say "hug"; well the g was silent, but you get the idea :)
