This is my last "Mo"nthly photo since I probably won't do these every month going forward, yet it seems like I still should be documenting every moment. It all passes by so quickly and I don't know how I'll remember it if I don't write it down!
I have so much I want to write about this first year of motherhood, but I'll save most of that for a future post. For now, as usual, a look back at the last month.
It's around this age that everyone wants to know if she's walking yet. She is not. I know she has the ability to do it - she's a pretty strong stander and walks with ease behind her push toy - but she hasn't really given it a try yet. A couple times she's been holding onto a piece of furniture near me, decided she wants to get to me, and has taken an accidental step or two when she realized I was further away than she thought. But no, not walking yet.
She is communicating more lately. She still only has a few actual words, but she is so full of fun noises, and she learns how to make new noises all the time. Her latest favorites are saying "aaahhh" while patting her hand over her mouth, saying "uh oh" but she says it more like "uh..............oh" with along pause in between, clicking her tongue, taking deep breaths that cause a deep sound in her throat, and imitating certain animal noises like "woof" and "oh oh ah ah" (like a monkey). I love to watch her figure these things out. She usually listen to us do them a few times, then she'll try. And then she'll practice for awhile, and once she's mastered something, she moves on. Uh oh was huge for awhile, but now we can only occasionaly get her to say it. Even though she isn't saying a lot of recognizable words, her doctor says she's actually very communicative.
She has also been more affectionate lately. She was never a cuddler, and still isn't really, but she has been showing a bit more affection. She especially likes to lay her head on things to show a little love, so she'll rest her head on a toy she likes, or on our leg or shoulder, or even on the couch if she's trying to tell Oberon she loves him. She also likes to nuzzle some of her small stuffed animals to her neck, and oddly, she bites or nibbles things she likes. When she gets really excited about her stuff Kitty or another plush toy, she squeals and gnaws at it. She also bites my slipper a lot, which I think means she loves my feet. And my favorite thing is that she learned to kiss. If we say, "Can I have a kiss?" she will smack her lips. Sometimes she'll lean in for a kiss, sometimes she'll blow a kiss, and sometimes she just continues what she's doing while making the kissing sound. I die every time.
Mo is still a really good eater. She pretty much eats what the big kids eat at daycare, and eats what we eat at home, though she still gets some purees to fill up because it takes her FOREVER to eat table food. They're also moving her to dairy milk at daycare, but she still nurses at home. However, I'm done pumping! I thought I'd do it through January, but I'm just so over it. I was down to about twice a week anyway, and then a couple weeks ago I pumped for the last time without knowing it was the last time. It's better that way, less ceremonial.
As of her first birthday, Mo had six teeth, though I've seen two more pop up in the last couple days. Those may be the reason she was sick on her birthday. Fortunately we celebrated early so she was healthy for her party (which I intend to write more about soon), but our plans to take her to dinner on her birthday were foiled when she came home early from daycare with a fever. A fever that got up to 104.1 the next day and stuck around longer than I would have liked. Two days after her birthday, the temp was significantly lower, but she had her 1-year appointment at which she had to have SIX shots. And she didn't sleep at all that night, poor babe. Not a great way to spend your first birthday and the few days following it.
This is how we started her birthday:
And this is how we ended it:
Typically, when she's not feeling icky, Mo is on the move. I like to joke that she does parkour in our living room - she climbs and rolls and tumbles over everything. I have video of her crawling over Mike's legs and doing a somersault to get over the other side. This is something that happens ALL the time. Maybe she's a future gymnast? Or a future American Ninja Warrior?