It occurred to me the other day that when Sam was Sierra’s age, I wrote an in-depth blog about him at least every month. Then I wondered, have I EVER written a blog about Sierra? It reminds me of my mom telling me years ago that most families have hundreds of photos of their first child, and then maybe one or two of the second child. Of course that was the days before digital photos, but its possible the same ratio applies today. I didn’t understand WHY this was, however, until I had two kids. Is it because you love them less. NO! Is it because they are less cute or interesting? NO! Is it because the novelty of every teeny tiny developmental milestone has worn off? NO! Then why is it you fail to document every precious moment of child #2’s life? Because you’re too frigging busy! I will make no comments about child #3, 4, 5, etc because I can not even fathom how those amazing mothers get through the day.
Anyway, Sierra, this one’s for you baby. Sierra Boberra (as Sam and I lovingly call her) is 20 months old and quite possibly the most adorable baby-toddler that every lived (except of course Sam at her age and all the other baby-toddlers in the world.) She loves balls, baby dolls (preferably naked ones), cooking (play food or real), dancing, running, doing yoga (she’s mastered down-dog using her head instead of her arms), books, Pingu and Signing Time, crafts, play dough, stroller rides, sandboxes and dirt of all kinds, water, people and kids, but most of all Sam, Papa and me. She is the cuddliest little thing I’ve ever met and if someone else would just do the cooking and cleaning I’d go ahead and hug her all day long.
She’s very talkative these days, and often I can even understand what she’s saying. These past weeks she’s been combining more than one word. Today, I was having some chips and hummus and she climbed on my lap and used the same chip to take four big bites of hummus. I decided a spoon was in order. In between spoonfuls of garbanzo garlicky goodness she mastered the sentence: “More hummus.” Her pronunciation of the word ‘hummus’ improved significantly by the time we’d cleaned out the tub. She still can’t say s’s, so Sam is Am and Sierra is a finger pointing at herself. Or, she says baby and rocks her arms making the sign for baby. Of course baby can also mean a REAL baby, or, a baby doll. She has many and often pushes them around the house in the doll stroller. Her imaginative play with dolls and stuffed animals is remarkable. She is a big fan of the play moblie set we got from a friend. Sam was always more of a lego kid, but since watching Sierra he’s learned a few things and has even attached himself to a couple stuffed toys. Cute to see big brother learning from little sis.
She loves kisses. Kisses everywhere, but especially on the mouth. I don’t think I taught her this, and Sam and I never really kiss on the mouth. She however, loves kissing her mama’s mouth with big wet kisses and I’ve come to accept this form of affection. I’m thankful we made it this winter cold-free and that she’s not a very snotty kid! Before bed sometimes I’ll get four or five big wet ones right in a row. Then, a big long hug and a finger pointing to her crib. Time for sleep! Both kids have been going to bed easy and sleeping great. I’m so thankful, it’s been a long time coming. She naps exactly (pretty much you could set your watch by it) two hours every afternoon, unless we’re at a party or on an outing or something. And, sadly, wakes up every morning at 6:15am. It’s fine with me because I leave for yoga class at 6am, but I wish she’s sleep a little longer for her Papa and brother’s sakes.
Many days she spends a good chunk of our at-home time without a diaper on. Sometimes at breakfast she’ll stop eating and say ‘Poop!’ in which case we fly to the bathroom and make animal noises on the potty until all the poop and pee comes out. She loves animal noises. What does a bird make? “Mama, bird, bird!” I have a whole list a bird noises (none of which are very good) but all of them make her smile. Of course bird comes up at other times too, mainly when she catches me looking at my phone. “Bird! Mama, ang-y bird!” You can guess what that means I assume. And yes, she can play, though the birds almost always fly the opposite direction of the pigs. Which is hilarious. Anyway, pee sometimes goes on the potty, and often goes on the floor. Today I spotted her with wet unders and asked where the pee had come out. She lead me to a wet spot on the hardwood floors and pointed. At least she got off the carpet! The worst was the other day when she crawled behind the couch, where we throw all our extra blankets and pillows, and peed. “Mama! Mama!” She hollered as she was peeing. I’ve learned what my name in that distinctive urgent tone means. Yea, that was a pain to clean up. But mostly she does pretty good, and it’s been a while since we had a big poop accident. Lately she usually lets us know when the poop is coming.
That little girl gets into everything. I’m thankful that we seem to be passing the standing-on-the-table phase. However, her new trick is pushing a chair up to the counter and climbing up so fast it’d make your head spin. A couple days ago I was cleaning goodwill stickers off of new purchases with rubbing alcohol (why do they use those icky gooey stickers?!?) and she was in the other room playing. I turned away to put a few dishes in the dishwasher and when I turned back around there she was, standing on a chair at the counter, already having poured out the entire bottle of IPA! Luckily, she poured it into a bowl and didn’t spill a drop, but still, it was scary.
The weather has finally shifted towards summer, but in Sierra’s reality the last warm season was a lifetime ago. Her annoying/adorable thing lately has been insisting we put coats on before we leave. And not just her, me too. Sometimes she’ll bring me my coat and if I say, “No thanks sweetie, it’s warm out today!” She’ll cry and scream until I either put it on or just carry her out the door. She ALWAYS wears her coat, so far. I wonder if she’ll wise up once it hits the 90’s? There was a day not too far back where we got into this coat / no coat battle (Mama says no coat, Sierra insists) and I gave in and put our coats on. It was an evening walk, and to my surprise by the end I was very happy we both had an extra layer. It’s humbling to be out-planned by a one-year-old. Often she’s all ready to go, socks, shoes, coat and all before I’m fully dressed and certainly before Sam has his shoes on. Many times she brings Sam his shoes, which he is less than grateful for but I find adorable.
Well, that’s enough for tonight, but I’ll finish with a few photos, and by saying… I sure love you Sierra! So glad you’re still my baby.