This is a blurry, grainy picture from my phone that is pretty old (hence the Halloween shirt Kitty is wearing), but for some inexplicable reason I love it. There’s something about Kitty’s lips and cheeks in this shot that makes me want to kiss her. I believe it’s called Mommy Goggles.
Kitty had her 18 month birthday yesterday. She is a full-blown toddler, constantly learning new words and trashing the place. She very helpfully unpacked my Waterford Crystal nativity set yesterday, but luckily I caught her before she did too much damage.
And I am so relieved that she can talk. She picked up a handful or words at around 12 months (“SpongeBob”, “Dada”, and “Uh-oh”… her 3 favorite things) but then she seemed to go months without adding any other words to her vocabulary. I wasn’t concerned really… I knew she was in the normal range. But after a couple hours of listening to her wail “Ehhhhhh!!! Ehhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” while pointing in the direction of some mystery object, I did mention frustratedly a time or two “This is why you should TALK. With WORDS. Not grunts and angry vowels sounds!”
Well, apparently she got the message. Now she says “shoe”, “baby”, “naa-naa” (blanket… don’t ask me.), “bath”, and most recently “juice”, which she likes to yell angrily while beating me with her sippy cup, and then repeat happily while giggling (“joojoojoojoojoooooooooooooooce”) when I finally give in to her demands. She also has a handful of words that are all YouTube/Muppet related which only Mr. Darcy and I really understand (“Doo-doo”, “MeeMee”, “Mama!” for whichever skit she wants to watch at that time). Which isn’t very interesting to anyone else, but I know in a year or so I will read this and giggle, so I’m adding it. She’s a big fan of The YouTube.
Another emerging characteristic is that she sort of hates Jane. Especially if she is being required to share ANYTHING with her. I always am surprised how quickly the sibling rivalry manifests itself, but here it is… 18 months old and already rearing it’s ugly head.
She loves vegetables, hates bread, and depending on her mood she will sometimes eat meat. Truthfully, most days I’m not really sure she eats anything when I look at the amount of food she has thrown around the kitchen. I know she’s not starving because her belly protrudes so magnificently that she resembles a very short, very bald, very flat chested 6 month pregnant woman. So… like a pregnant hobbit with cancer??
ANYWAY… she is either being 100% adorable, or the biggest stinker on the planet, but we can’t get enough. Unless it’s 7:00 p.m., and then we can’t get her in bed fast enough. And even then we have to sneak in and watch her dozing like a little angel.