It’s official, she has her first word(s): Buh bye.
Sorry mom, I know you wanted it to be “Hi there” like you, but instead she’s a baby on the go 🙂
She’s always been a “b” baby, with her adorable “ah boos” when she would cry, or how most of the things she loves to point at start with “b” (birds, bunnies, babies, bottle, books, her blankie) which will inspire a “b” sound from her, and she has been motoring her mouth for most of her life now, which I think is similar to making a “b” sound…
When it’s time to go somewhere I say, “let’s go bye bye in the bye bye car. Go get in your car seat” which she often does, all by herself.
Additionally, part of the night night routine is for us to wave bye bye to daddy before we go to bed. I’ll scoop her up and say, “let’s go to bed, wave night night to daddy” and we’ll wave and say, “bye bye daddy.” She started waving to him back in April (in her 8th month) and more recently started saying “buh” to him when we waved. I love when she’s completely willing to just wave night night to him because it means she knows she’s going to bed and is completely ok with it. Which is pretty much every time. And now that he’s home for the summer, when I work from home we say bye bye to him when she goes up to nap, as well.
So sometime this past month she started saying “buh bye”.. but it’s hard to pinpoint when exactly it was a consistent word(s) and not just “buh”.. So we’re just saying that sometime in July, during her 11th month, she said her first consistent word(s). She has been saying “ma ma” and “da da” for a while now but it’s still not always consistent. Sometimes I end up being “da da.”
She also knows that when someone is leaving that you say bye bye. When grandma comes over to watch her and is on her way home, we stand at the door and wave and say, “buh bye.” She’s very good at it now.
In fact, she’s so good at saying buh bye that she’s come up with other times to say it.
For example, the other morning I was making scrambled eggs for us to share. She was whining and clinging to my legs because she was hungry NOW and didn’t want to wait for them to cook (she had already had a small snack to tide her over but it was already wearing off after an eternally long 2 minutes) and so I picked her up and held her on my hip as I showed her how the eggs were liquid but starting to solidify and wasn’t that neat. It was, it was utterly captivating for a good minute or so. Then she leaned way over so that her face was in front of mine, and caught my attention with her big doe eyes, so that I turned my head to look at her. She smiled hugely at me and waved and said, “buh bye.” I replied, “no bye bye, I’m holding you..” and as I was speaking she took her little hand and pushed my chin so that my head turned back forward facing again. Then she squirmed indicating that she was attempting to get down.
Or she might walk over and close the front door (the front door is often open so she can look out the storm door) and will wave to the outside as she does it, saying “buh bye..”
Last night she was trying really hard to tell me she was ready for bed, that she’d had a very long day and no second nap and she just wanted to go to bed. Unfortunately for her, she needed a bath first. So after the bath and after the diapering and after getting her vitamins and after chasing her around as she ran away dragging her blankie (there’s two identical blankets that she’s attached to, I’m not sure if she knows there are two, but one lives downstairs now and is often dragged around the living room) and tripping over it as she dragged it to the kitchen to show her daddy, she offered it up to him. She does that a lot now.. she picks something up or carries something over to you and offers to share it with you. Sometimes she really means it, other times she shows it to you and then quickly takes it back before you can really take it out of her little hand. Last night was the latter, she showed him her blanket, probably as a means to tell him that mommy was taking too long getting her ready for bed and maybe she’d have more luck with daddy and he might take her upstairs. I had followed her to the kitchen in an attempt to capture her; she stood in the doorway to the kitchen, looked up at him and said, “da da buh bye.” I scooped her and her blanket up and she waved to him.
I’m pretty darn sure that was a sentence.
So I also have to say bye bye to my baby. We’re weaning, and it’s made me realize that I’m losing my tiny little baby. She’s a little girl now, which is exciting and wonderful, but how quickly she stopped being a little baby dependent on me. I’m proud that we made a it a whole year, although the last month or so we’ve only nursed right before bed to help her ease into sleepiness, and she hasn’t shown any interest in stopping up until this last week. She’s finally to a point where she only nurses for about five minutes before sitting up and wanting to read another book or to point to things in her room. So I’m going to assume we’re done with that phase of life and now it’s time to transition fully to the next chapter.
I watched my infant become a baby, and my baby become a toddler, all before she turned one year old. Buh bye my little baby.
Now let’s go learn and play and make messes and snuggle, my little girl.
I knew it would happen once summer started and Eric was home all the time… and sure enough…
Aria LOVES her daddy. On my work from home days she’ll come to me when she’s hungry or ready to be put down for her nap (she would never admit she’s tired or wants a nap, but she knows she wants something and she’s cranky and wants me to hold her.. and when we leave the room she waves bye-bye to daddy… it’s just all sub-conscious I guess), but any time she wants to play or whatever she runs to daddy.
She gets really mad at him if he leaves the room, and she’s not always sure where he went so she’ll stand by the study door and peek through the baby gate, and sometimes rattle it, or at the foot of the stairs and yell up them, or toddle into the kitchenette and bang on the restroom door looking for him. I try to convince her he’s not in wherever-she’s-convinced-he-is but she doesn’t believe me until he miraculously appears from somewhere-not-there.
Then she gets a ginormous grin and runs over to him with her hands held high above her head, flapping in the wind as she toddles as fast as her chubby little legs will go.
And he’s just as enamored with her. He looooves it when she gets excited to see him; he gets a big grin and talks softly and sweetly at her and bends down and scoops her up. *heart melt*
He’s also just as bad as she is. We started buying her birthday presents and half of them are already opened. He can’t help himself.
“What’s that, you want a ball to play with? Ooops… your new Disney princess ball just accidentally fell out of its packaging..”
Then I’ll tell him, “Eric! We have to re-wrap that so she can tear the paper off….. when she’s done playing with it… she’s not going to be done playing with it for awhile, is she… ?”
Another time I heard a whole lot of noise from the other room and an “Oops”. When I walked in parts were everywhere. Again, “Eric!” .. “I had to make sure all of the pieces were here. Here, help me put this together.” Which I did.
She also has no less than three chairs in the living room now. A week ago she had none that were her size so she would settle herself in her car seat or in her toy box. So not only did Eric order a little folding chair, but we also had to pick up a hard plastic lawn chair while we were out. And around the same time his parents finally gave us the re-upholstered kiddie chair that was his when he was a child that they were so excited to fix up and give to their granddaughter. So she has her pick of roosting spots now. The folding chair was supposed to be a birthday present.. but c’est la vie.
I managed to put the few other things we got her away so they can’t accidentally be given to her. I really want her to be able to unwrap something. It’s funny but one of the things I’m really excited about and would love to give her now instead of waiting, is a little beginner band set that we got from Pampers for buying diapers for a whole year. It’s got a little xylophone, a kazoo, some shakers .. I forget what else, but the point being, I didn’t even buy it and I’m holding on to it for a present because I have self control. So there. 🙂
But yeah, their relationship has really blossomed. And I’m not jealous! I’m just so excited to see how much Eric loves/adores/enjoys her. Even when he’s busy, if she demands his attention he’ll stop what he’s doing and give her some attention and affection. And he smiles when she does something cute, or he’ll call me into the room if I’m not there with, “Lisa! Come here.. quietly..” so that I can witness whatever mischief she’s up to or even whatever mundane thing she’s doing that he thinks is cute. I’m totally ok with him making me stop to come enjoy my child with him so we can share a secret smile as we watch her be Aria. 🙂
It’s official, I brought into this world not a little girl, but a little monkey. She is bound and determined to send herself to the hospital, I think.
She is always putting that knee up on toys/furniture/random objects to see if she can get herself up onto said object, and she decided to try climbing the stairs before she was even very good at crawling.
Her favorite places to perch are:
And on top of any person that irrationally decides to lay themselves down on the floor and be converted into a jungle gym.
I’m sure there would be more spots if there were others available in her play areas.
Ok, so I may have contributed to her confidence boost which has set her off on a mad climbing rampage…. but she started it. I bought her an outside toy with a climbing side and a slide and I think it was the fourth or fifth time that we practiced climbing it that she needed no help from me at all and discovered her confidence. So now I’ve unleashed a monster.
The jumper was the first discovery of her ability to master a bigger challenge… I watched it happen firsthand (twice)!
She also learned that objects that are higher than her waist are master-able, and at the same time I think she started to lose her fear of heights. I had to talk her down on this one.. I made her sit and learn how to get down one leg at a time and not think that she could just face-dive off.
It’s all she wants to do anymore. Eric called me at work to tell me she’d figured out how to climb on top of the ottoman, and had already fallen off twice, cried about it, then when he asked her if she’d learned her lesson and she smiled as she climbed right back up again.