If my kid is covered in bruises, please don’t worry. It’s just that her ambitions are outpacing her motor skills.
There was one week when Kiwi had several bruises on her head, a goose egg above her eye and a gash on her gums. She had taken several headers, pulled both a chair and and end table on top of herself, and slipped in the tub—twice. All the bonks made me feel terrible, but it’s hard to rein in an 11-month-old baby who is set on cruising and climbing. Read more
Throughout the month, I’ve collected little vignettes of Peeper being Peeper. I wrote them down as they happened, not wanting to forget the ordinary yet remarkable moments that make up our days.
I just read over them, and it struck me that most of them revolve around Peeper talking.
As she turns 22 months, she continues to bowl me over with her gift of gab. Whether she’s telling us what she remembers the zoo animals doing at our last visit, repeating nonsense words to herself or telling me she loves me, her mouth is motoring nearly all day.
She wakes up talking. “Change your diaper. Lots of pees in there!” she’ll say as I pull open the blinds.
And after I put her in the crib at night, we hear snippets of toddler monologue through the monitor.
I’m glad I wrote down these interactions—they’re the silly little things I’ll want to tell her about when she’s older. I thought I’d share them on the blog, too. Here, then, is a
glimpse listen into Peeper’s world. Read more