Memories. They tend to fade quickly. Those precious moments, accomplishments and times of extreme cuteness our children have can be all to quickly forgotten and pushed away due to the ongoing cares of life. When my daughter was born, I sat and scratched my head wondering, “What did we do with her brother? I can’t remember.” As she progresses through the different stages, I try to remember what it was like with my son. But as they are such different children (ie. my son walked at 19 1/2 months; my daughter walked at 13 1/2 months), it is really hard to compare them.
One of my reasons for starting this blog was to make it a place to store my memories of my children. I was looking through some of my past posts this weekend. There were things there that I had already forgotten. So this post is unashamedly about the things my daughter has been doing the past week. I don’t want to forget these precious little moments.
It is amazing to watch these little people grow. They gain height, weight and, most importantly, skills and abilities so quickly. In the past week, I have observe my daughter learn several new words. Each has a silly story that makes this mama laugh.
My son loves trains and it is becoming obvious that he has taught his sister to do the same.
Over the weekend, my daughter brought me a book to read. To encourage her growth and to keep myself from being board, I was pointing out different things in the pictures. One page had a train and she spent a fair amount of time on that page. She also said “ain” over and over again for the next hour or two.
Now this “ain” isn’t pronounced any ordinary way; it has a bit of a twist added to the front of it. My daughter has the ability to combine the letters l, m, and n into one sound. I could never specifically tell what sound she was trying to make because it sounded like it switched every time. I heard “lain,” “main” and “nain.” “Nain” was what I seemed to hear the most.
I was surprised and pleased by her fascination with the train. So I decided to see how she would respond if I played a train video for her. I really expected her to lose interest and want to go do something else. Boy, was I wrong. She was fascinated, staring intently at the trains and saying “ain” over and over (except when I had the phone out trying to capture it, of course). I’d say her brother done a good job teaching her to like trains.
A day or two later, my daughter discovered her brothers hats. I already knew she liked hats. She has a hat at Grandma’s house that she likes to play with. Her brothers hats have proved to be just as interesting.
My daughter also loves hair bows. (A bow was the first thing she asked for a day or two last week.) When she first found the hats, she called them bows. Now, with a little correction from Mommy, they are an “at.” If you listen extremely hard, there is a slight hint of an h sound at the beginning.
For church on Sunday, I had dressed her up in a cute little yellow dress and accompanying hair bow. After church, I changed her clothes, but let her keep wearing the hair bow. But a hair bow, wasn’t quite enough head covering for my daughter. Nope. She needed a hat. So I handed her an orange bucket hat her size. That was nice, but it still wasn’t enough. She needed one of brother’s hats too. She looked silly, yet adorable in her two hats and hair bow. I wonder if she is going to be a hat wearer as she gets older.
There have been so many other new things my daughter has been doing, such as finding the lid on the toy bucket trying to put it on. I believe that our babies are smarter than we give them credit for. At fifteen months, my daughter clearly knows when I tell her to do something and she knows how to indicate that she doesn’t want to obey. I can also see the mischief in her eyes as she heads toward the edges of my bed, knowing I will grab her and pull her away. These little ones may not be able to talk in a language we can understand, but they can understand us. They are smart – super smart. Don’t let their size or age fool you. They are capable of doing more than we think they can.