For those of you who get that reference, the Conservatory Gardens look like the movie set this time of year (aka creepy). There was some sought after green to make it almost worth the trek in the freezing cold wind.
So I'm going to do some mass gender stereotyping here (and from a tiny data pool)--but it's true what they say, boys really do take longer to develop than girls. Joseph started these random jaunty marches about a week and a half ago. For the life of me this was the first time I got it recorded (and just on my iPhone. ugh). 95% of the time he's still crawling.
Ada started walking at 10 months. By the time she took her first steps she fully gave up crawling and was already running away from me. By the time she was Joseph's current age (almost 13 months), she was adeptly navigating the playground, ladders and all (!!!!). Ada was also the child successfully zipping around on a miniscooter at 18 months of age though, so it's probably not the fairest comparison.
His extended babyness has worked out great for my germophobia. He's been completely content to just hang out in the stroller while we are out (mean mom). And really, who wants their second baby to grow up quickly when you already have a 3 year old to keep you entertained?
It was warm enough for the park today so I dusted off my ol' camera and we headed out for playgroup. Ada had fun. The baby was extremely bored (and looking exhausted. we took his pacifiers away cold turkey and it's been a rough few days. I was surprised he stayed so content in the stroller without one). That about sums it up.
No more books before bedtime--this is their newest thing. And of course all of the stories have to be about Ada (naturally).
Some of my recent favorites have been how they ran out of all of the blocks in the world building the tallest skyscraper in Manhattan, that one time they took a rocket ship to the moon and gave themselves stomach aches on all the cheese they ate, and when Ada and May made the biggest sandwich in the world but then it tasted so bad they had to spit it out.
It's basically super-adorable (and very creative. funny/telling how she never asks me for a "story").
Kyle has always played pretty rough with Ada, which means for a while there she thought it was her god-given right to tackle every single child she came across at the playground (and elsewhere). You can imagine how that went over. She's gotten a lot better: (sort of ) learned about personal space. Make friends before you throw them to the ground. You know, the basics.
That being said, she's pretty impatient for Joseph to grow up to be her personal WWF wrestling buddy. This was him being an unusually good sport--he usually starts with the whine before she even makes her initial advances. (and I do realize that this is the total "girl" version of roughhousing--we haven't had any serious bumps or bruises yet--knock on wood. Complete with a kiss! Though Joseph has no idea how lucky he is--those are not easy to come by). Blame the dad. (controlled) roughhousing is great! Especially for girls. Read about the many benefits here.
And completely unrelated.... forgive me as I am constantly enamored by my child's language skills. It was so long coming I'm still impressed by pretty much everything she says. Particularly this gem from earlier today... Ada: What are you drinking? Me: Pepsi. It's a drink only mommies and daddies drink. Ada: Oh! I drank Pepsi from your boobies when I was a wittle baby.
I realized that I don't really have any video of Ada talking and how sad I'll be when you can actually understand her and I didn't document anything. So here we go (home sick from preschool and looking like a ragamuffin).
I love her falsetto. I remember the first time she sang something and I could actually tell what song it was. Mind blown.
How I love my bizarrely creative, almost debilitatingly extroverted child. Her sole purpose in life is to have fun and MAN does she succeed--at just about every.single.moment in her little joyful existence. She makes for a fun kid. Nay--a ridiculously fun kid. Never a dull moment with this one.
a side note: I have two New Year's resolutions. 1.) organize my apartment 2.) dress Ada a little bit more "girly" (since most of her stuff will likely be worn out before it gets passed onto Joseph anyway). I know. I'm aiming high here. Such lofty goals.