I’m two days late, but I couldn’t let Beatrix’s one-and-a-halfth birthday pass without a little bit of much-deserved fanfare.
More than with either of her sisters by this age, it still feels like we just got this girl. Doesn’t it? It’s so hard to believe that it’s been eighteen months. It’s even harder to believe that she is the first of our girls not to be a big sister yet by this age, but maybe that’s part of why she still seems very much like our little baby.
Yet, if we look at our baby objectively, we know she has lost so much of her baby-ness and blossomed into such a delight of a little girl. She loves to hand me spoons from the dishwasher as I unload it or put a piece of scrap paper in the trash can for me, and I can only hope to nurture this helpful spirit as she grows.
She is full of words and expressions now. Her favorites (and clearest) are still the very appropriately used “Uh-oh” when something falls and “Whoa!” when she loses her balance, and they still make us smile every time. But she now also has ‘real’ words like “na-na” for banana, hi, bye-bye, and she can say both Pippa and Ro-Ro quite clearly (though she definitely favors the latter – so much fun to say!) We never know what she’ll come out with next, and she keeps us laughing all the time.
Though she was late to find her feet, she now toddles around the place like a pro, easily changing direction and bending to pick things up. She very much wants to be doing whatever her sisters are doing, and lately has been delighted just to sit on the sofa with them while they play, since she can finally be trusted to climb down sensibly and *not* head first.
Though we won’t officially know her growth stats until next week’s check-up, I’m fairly certain she’s stayed on track with her shortish, average weight, giant noggin status. (Big brain, clearly.) She currently has the role of “finisher” at the dinner table, meaning that whatever is left of the big girls’ meals gets passed her way after she’s finished her own, since she is almost always searching the table for “More, more!”. Each of the girls has gone through a similar period of increased appetite at this age, but it is still funny to watch.
I count myself incredibly blessed to be this sweet girl’s mother. Each time I get her up in the morning or after a nap, I am captivated by her precious face and expressions. She is a joy to us, and we can’t imagine our family without her. I look forward to watching her face the challenge of big-sisterhood in the months to come, and to continuing to watch this little person grow into the little girl, young lady and ultimately woman that God has made her to be.
Happy half birthday, sweet Bea.