Our little Monkey Molli is growing up like crazy. I seriously don’t even know what to do
with all this learning that is happening!
Everyday I notice something funny or quirky about her that she’s picked
up somewhere. Her papa has called
her a Mynah Bird because she is a total copy-cat. She will repeat anything she hears and doesn’t seem to
forget anything, ever. I guess
we’ve reached the stage where we really have to watch what we say around
her.
She’s working on putting sentences together. It’s normal for her to say things like,
“I see Mommy’s car!” or “I want more pancakes.” I can’t get over how weird it is to be able to communicate
with her like this. Sometimes she
makes us a little bit crazy because along with all this talking is a heavy dose
of persistence. I’m sure you can
imagine how fun it is to hear the phrase “All done, Mom! All done, Mom! All
done, Mom!” exclaimed from the front of the shopping cart, car seat, high chair
etc. (pretty much anyplace that is even somewhat restricting.)
Little miss smarty-pants is also turning into a major back
seat driver. She can’t stand when
the car stops and anytime the vehicle comes to a halt, she’s shouting from her
car seat, “GREEN GO!” She also knows to say, as the car is slowing to stop, “Red
stop.” When we get to talking about it, she’ll also say “Yellow, uh uh uh uh”
while shaking her finger and head from side to side.
She’s been putting things together in new ways also. For instance, the other day she was
sitting on what’s left of my lap, facing me and lifted up my shirt in order to
get a better look at “Gavin.” In
other words, wanted to slap my belly a little bit and play with my pregnancy
induced outie belly-button. This
is a common occurrence so I didn’t think anything of it until she pinched my
belly button and said, “Piggy market… Wee wee wee wee home!” We had recently
gotten an ultrasound where Gavin’s “piggies” were pointed out and she deduced
that my belly button = Gavin’s toes.
So cute!
I’m getting pretty excited about finally getting to meet
Gavin. Everything feels so
different than when we were at this point with Molli. I’m not sure what is so different, but it is. I definitely have some anxiety that is
new, like “how am I supposed to spend as much time with Molli as I do now?” “How will I balance mommy time and
spouse time?” “Am I ready to not sleep again?” And a big one: “How can I
possibly love another child like I do Molli?” I know our lives are about to change BIG TIME and I’m doing
what I can to prepare myself… I’m pretty sure that extra loads of laundry and
unpacking newborn things are barely scratching the surface of being ready. Ready or not, I’m full term on Sunday!
