Dear Sadie,
At fourteen months, you are teetering on the edge of toddler-sized independence: you are *almost* walking. We beckon you sweetly, "Walk over here. Walk to Momma. Walk to Dadda," but you grin slyly and turn away. If we try to tantalize you with something irresistible, say a pad of Post-it Notes or a striped sock, you drop with a plomp! and speed-crawl. With the help of an overturned laundry basket, you zoom duck-footed across the kitchen floor at break-neck speed, and I watch, horrified, but I still clap for you and shout, "Yay!" because you are quite obviously pleased with your newest accomplishment.
You have incredible hearing, and the second you hear the rumble of an airplane, it doesn't matter if you are indoors or out, you point into the air and say something that sounds a lot like, "GOOMBA GOO!" When you are outside, you scan the sky on a continual basis, so you can shriek and point even before you hear the airplane itself.
You met your Nannie MacAskill this month. I thought you might be shy, but in the space of one afternoon, you were all ready crawling to Nannie and pulling on her pantleg to say, "Pick me up!" You loved that she listened intently to all your stories, and she was quick to look everytime you pointed out an airplane. Nannie MacAskill and Nannie Fran took care of you for TEN DAYS while Mommy and Daddy went on vacation! I didn't have to be there to know that you were spoiled, spoiled, spoiled. But that's okay with me and let's be honest here: you deserve it! Both Nannies told us what a good baby you are. You slept well, you ate well, you smiled a lot, and I am sure they will miss hearing your little voice calling out from your crib in the mornings.
You love music, and your absolute favorite toy is Leap Frog's Fridge Farm, which to your extreme delight plays music at the push of a button. "Hi! I'm Farmer Ted. Listen to my banjo!" The first thing you do every morning is crawl to the fridge and push the button. Over and over and over. You find it very annoying if I open the fridge in the midst of our banjo music, and you push the door closed with both hands. And then you push the button again, and while you bounce to the music, you watch me to make sure I am dancing too. Square dancing is the best way to start the morning. Farmer Ted also plays banjo music in French, which I secretly think you prefer. But don't tell Daddy. He flunked French.
You've added the word "milk" to your vocabulary, and today, you said the words, "Go away!" and though I wasn't sure if I should congratulate you on that, I was still immensely pleased with your new linguistic capabilities.
This month and always, we love and adore you.
Happy 4th of July! Love peeking on your blog to see your AMAZING LO's!!