I’m behind on getting news out about Ellie. Typical, I know.
Ellie had her 15 month check up a few weeks ago. She’s a whoppin 19 lbs, which puts her in the 3rd percentile. However, she’s 31″ tall which is about the 95th percentile. She’s a regular Long Tall Sally. I still have her turned rear-facing in the car, but Brian has yet another car seat in his car so she can ride face forward.
She started at St. Peter’s daycare in early August. After an initial rough week or two, she’s doing just fine now. We’ve got our routine down for drop off and pick up, and they are accommodating to my schedule.
She has a particular squeal when she sees Molly. She can say “All done.” She can squish her nose, which is so cute. She knows a few body parts, like ear, eye and teeth. She can use signs to say “more,” “all done,” and just recently “please.” She still has only 6 teeth.
Ellie likes to play with whatever Sam is playing with. She like cars or things with wheels. Ellie is a Daddy’s girl and loves to rough-house with him. She’s all ears.
Samantha’s school hasn’t started yet, but she seems to be very excited about it. (Not quite as excited as she is every Thursday when it’s time for gymnastics. Whoa boy. She loves it.) The other night when I was putting her to bed, we were talking about school. I mentioned that we were going to meet her teacher next week. Then she got down to business.
Q: “Is Ellie coming to meet my teacher?”
A: “No, it’s just you and me and Daddy.”
Q: “Is Daddy going to take Ellie to school?”
A: “Yes, Daddy will take Ellie to school then he will meet us at your school to meet your teacher.”
Then she sat up a little in the bed, and leaned over to her nightstand. She began to make a pretend list. “Then, Mommy. Daddy take Ellie to school. Check. Me, Mommy, Daddy go to my school. Check. Meet my teacher. Check.” She was very proud of her To Do list and very proud that everything got checked off.
I’m just like every other Type A out there who takes pleasure in scratching things off my never-ending list. I guess this world will have one more of those.
I forgot to mention that after Samantha checked everything off her list, she gave it to me and said “Here Mommy. Hold on to this so that Ellie won’t get it.” She proceeded to hand me her list for safe keeping. Silliness.
Tonight, on the way to visit Ellie’s new teachers, we were talking about letters. Samantha said “b and d is for Bandaid. Did you hear the difference? B is for Ban. D is for Daid!”
Now that I’m not doing the monthly update on Ellie, I’ve got quite a backlog.
During the week we went to the beach (13 months), her 4 top teeth finally popped through. She’s always such a trouper.
She’s been walking increasingly more, but I’m going to say officially started walking on July 5 (14 months). Here’s a glimpse.
During the past week or so (14.5 months), she added “Uh-oh” to her vocabulary. She uses it regularly and appropriately, since she drops things quite often. She already says mama, dada, and ni-ni (night-night).
Sometimes I tell myself that she’s still baby, but those moments won’t last too much longer!
When we switched Samantha to a twin bed last year, we didn’t buy new bedding for a number of reasons. We gave her some hand-me-down bedding. It was blue, so she liked it.
At any rate, she has been doing very well without a diaper at night. And now that we’re in the new house, we decided it was high time to reward her by getting her some “new covers” and begin decorating her room. We had begun looking online and in a few stores. She had picked out some red with stars from Pottery Barn (of course!). I’ve been buying bits and pieces, but finally put the quilt on her bed last night.
I had to wake Samantha up this morning, which I absolutely do not like to do. She doesn’t like it either. I have found that going in and opening her shutters, without saying a word or going near her is the best way. Otherwise, she gets very crabby. And rightly so.
When she did finally get up, I asked her how she slept. She said good, but that there was something under her bed. My first thought was that she was going to tell me about a monster or some such creature. I had wondered when that sort of imagination began. But no. She said there was a “hard pea” under her bed. Oh dear. I guess we’ve been reading too much of MamaLinda’s favorite fairy tale, The Princess and the Pea! She didn’t comment on her red stars, but she sure did get comfy in them and turn into a giggle box when she crawled in last night.