"Fona" loves ice cream and cheese pizza, separately. Wonder where she acquired those tastes??
Loitering around, calling on her best pitiful expressions and hopeful big blue eyes, she swiped this cookies n'cream cone from grandpa. He gave it up with little fight then watched her scramble away at first not really knowing what to do with her prize. After acclimating to cold on all those teeth we have a certified ice cream gobbler on our hands. 
Babies who endure two shots and
exam at the pediatrician's get what they want afterward.
Fiona went in for her 15mo check-up yesterday and we caught up on her weight, height, and milestones. She keeps getting taller and more active but hovers around 21lbs. I think in addition to being tall she burns more energy than most kids, running on maximum with little nap breaks, snacks, and "night-night" for recharging. I consider her lucky girl who may just wear whatever she wants when she's older and still get to run off with a big ice cream cone :)
Her doctor asked if she can articulate a few words and demonstrate fine motor skills...areas where I think she's way over the curve. A few words? Our day usually starts at 730am with constant chatter..."hi...hi...hi....hi momma, hi kitty, kitty..." She madly signals "more" with her hands at breakfast, urging me to fill her milk cup and cut up some more strawberries. If she sees any form of a cat or the cat walking by she grins and bursts, "hi kitty!" Another trick she's learned is volume. In the morning when I'm short on coffee and not quite ready to banter back and forth, I often whisper back "hi" and "yep, there's the kitty" so my little sponge soaked that up and now first thing in the morning she may start on high volume, but soon she lowers her head and softly whispers, "hhiii kitttyyyy...hhhiiii momma."
Although it takes much longer than me feeding her, her little independent streak demands she often hold the spoon and at least try to get some bits to her mouth. Mostly when we're out of the house she'll manage a cup and straw but at home goes for the speed of a sippy cup. Every day we see her learn more about her puzzles and pages in books. She's gone from observer to doer, pointing to pictures she wants us to name or rotating the blocks closer and closer to their correct slot. My dad seems to have a knack for teaching her odd tricks like finding her shadow, answering the phone, or clapping for herself when she's accomplished a task. She continues to love music and has added unique arm choreography to her knee bending and bouncing routine.
With good progress comes some bad progress...we have moved into to tantrum country and I'm afraid after thinking I was in the clear, separation anxiety has hit us. Sometimes tantrums involve a piercing scream, which isn't so funny and we meet with a firm "No." Other acts like this new fist clenching, red face, yell she has going on when we take something away from her or redirect her, are so hard not to laugh at I'm afraid we're encouraging them ( I need to snap a picture of this).
I've seen a whole new concerned & afraid Fiona when I leave her now. She's always been so social with strangers I thought I was in the clear, in spite of not having many outsiders watch her. With the hot weather I had been trying to go to the gym and leave her in the enormous, well stocked, kid paradise there but have little success. In fact I pretty much know I can run about 1-2miles at top speed before the overhead music stops and the loudspeaker summons me back to a hysterical Fiona held by the equally frightened teenage sitter. That situation I'm really trying to figure out as mommy needs some time to watch Oprah and burn calories.
In a nut shell, that's aour little person at 15 mos. Only a few more weeks until she's a big cousin and can pass on her pretty dresses and all she's learned.
Her doctor asked if she can articulate a few words and demonstrate fine motor skills...areas where I think she's way over the curve. A few words? Our day usually starts at 730am with constant chatter..."hi...hi...hi....hi momma, hi kitty, kitty..." She madly signals "more" with her hands at breakfast, urging me to fill her milk cup and cut up some more strawberries. If she sees any form of a cat or the cat walking by she grins and bursts, "hi kitty!" Another trick she's learned is volume. In the morning when I'm short on coffee and not quite ready to banter back and forth, I often whisper back "hi" and "yep, there's the kitty" so my little sponge soaked that up and now first thing in the morning she may start on high volume, but soon she lowers her head and softly whispers, "hhiii kitttyyyy...hhhiiii momma."
Although it takes much longer than me feeding her, her little independent streak demands she often hold the spoon and at least try to get some bits to her mouth. Mostly when we're out of the house she'll manage a cup and straw but at home goes for the speed of a sippy cup. Every day we see her learn more about her puzzles and pages in books. She's gone from observer to doer, pointing to pictures she wants us to name or rotating the blocks closer and closer to their correct slot. My dad seems to have a knack for teaching her odd tricks like finding her shadow, answering the phone, or clapping for herself when she's accomplished a task. She continues to love music and has added unique arm choreography to her knee bending and bouncing routine.
With good progress comes some bad progress...we have moved into to tantrum country and I'm afraid after thinking I was in the clear, separation anxiety has hit us. Sometimes tantrums involve a piercing scream, which isn't so funny and we meet with a firm "No." Other acts like this new fist clenching, red face, yell she has going on when we take something away from her or redirect her, are so hard not to laugh at I'm afraid we're encouraging them ( I need to snap a picture of this).
I've seen a whole new concerned & afraid Fiona when I leave her now. She's always been so social with strangers I thought I was in the clear, in spite of not having many outsiders watch her. With the hot weather I had been trying to go to the gym and leave her in the enormous, well stocked, kid paradise there but have little success. In fact I pretty much know I can run about 1-2miles at top speed before the overhead music stops and the loudspeaker summons me back to a hysterical Fiona held by the equally frightened teenage sitter. That situation I'm really trying to figure out as mommy needs some time to watch Oprah and burn calories.
In a nut shell, that's aour little person at 15 mos. Only a few more weeks until she's a big cousin and can pass on her pretty dresses and all she's learned.
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