Through the years of dealing with Infert.ility, when imagining myself with a child, I rarely saw myself beyond this stage, beyond a baby. I envisioned a baby, wistfully, an infant. I wouldn't even let myself think of a child, it was too much, especially as I longed more and more and for longer and longer.
And suddenly, my baby, my girl is becoming a child. And, she is a funny one. She has a clear sense of humor and finds many things hilarious. One of the new ones: sneaking up on Mama and attacking my back. She loves this. We roar and growl at each other and roll around the bed at least once a day. She is more and more fun, and though she can still let out cries of frustration and aggravation, they seem to happen less often.
And, her language acquisition is a bit crazy. She tries to mimic about every 5th word I say. She gains 1-2 words a day, it is rather fun. Today she said, "oat-meeeel" for her favorite breakfast.
Acorn in the snow(15 months old):
New Adventures
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