|Jules, making way for Ducklings in Boston, August 5th, 2011|
August was super busy for Kathy and I. The vacation at the start of the month was a welcome break, but after the rest of the month, we could sure use another vacation. Ugh.
But here we are, September 1st, and it's a new month and Jules is nearing her 13 month birthday. So I thought, since I didn't get a good update in on her actual birthday, I'd share some information with you.
|"Working" on her laptop. Working = Dancing|
|Not taken by JJ Abrams|
Yes (I like this one)
Gen (gentle, when referring to the cat)
Book (though she does not pronounce the 'k,' she puts a 't' at the end)
Per (or Diaper depending on her mood)
Juice (anything in her sippy cup)
Yeah (learned from Cousin Lydia, I think)
Bird (be it a bird, rabbit or squirrel)
Basketball (not kidding, she said it after hearing me say it once)
Shirt (sounds like...something else)
Ba ba (Lamb or sheep, also what Sheepo says)
Here (as in "here you go, I found this fuzz on the floor and I'm giving you four seconds to get it out of my hands before I eat it. Four-three-two-one nom nom.")
Yuck (usually 5-7 seconds after "here")
|Relaxin' done RIGHT|
In the past few weeks, Juliette has learned that the kitty is super soft, and that she'll let you experience this softness if you're very gentle. Jules has always been curious about Amethyst, and would laugh whenever she'd walk into the room. They have been playing together since Jules was able to sit up, with Amethyst rubbing Juliette's back and Jules laughing and grabbing for her. For a while, they played with balls together; Juliette would roll a ball across the floor to Amethyst, who would sometimes roll it right back. But recently, this started (see above). ADORABLE CITY.
|Dad, if you make me listen to ONE MORE obscure indie-pop album from the last decade...|
We went on a road trip to Nebraska for the weekend two weeks after Juliette's Birthday. We got to see cousins.
|Cousins don't stand still when asked.|
We saw others as well...
Also there but, oddly not pictured: Aunt Lisa, Aunt Carissa, Uncle Steve and soon-to-be Uncle Justin.
The weekend had to end, though...
|Daddy Knew where his Towel Was. I'm counting upside down.|
On the drive back, the sun was in Juliette's eyes. But we fixed that.
After a month like this, we just like to sit back and relax with a good book.
Or maybe, considering the heat, a cool soda would be good.
|Ode to Sodie, Bo-de-o-dodie! Auntie Mo, hold me more often so I can get more of this SUGAR WATER YUM!|
Oh, yeah, Juliette learned how to drink from a straw. Also how to use the Tupperware shape sorter.
|Also, this mad adorableness.|
I'm getting verbal updates from Kathy as I blog, so: Juliette learned how to build a small stack of blocks. She "cooks" her animals. She got a farm animal puzzle and a set of utensils and pans for her play kitchen, and she put the pig, cow and chicken into a frying pan and stirred them around with a spatula. That's my girl! Though, really, you should be grillin' all that, unless of course it's ground beef, chicken breast for pasta and bacon. Oh man...I'm so hungry right now...
While sitting with Poppy at his piano the other day, she watched his fingers intently and mimicked what he was doing. Do we have a musical prodigy on our hands? Do we have active imaginations? Maybe. But a musical prodigy wouldn't be a terrible thing. Prodigies tend to land recording contracts and end up on the Tonight Show at age 11 and...wait...do I want that? No...but I wouldn't mind her being musical (see above, re: dancing).
Stairs are no longer an obstacle but an out and out danger, at least as far as going up is concerned (we tend to not let her hang out around the top of unblocked steps, the experts frown on that). Get her at the bottom of a staircase, and up she'll go. She can manage it all on her own, but every time I've seen her do it I've seen it happen from half an inch away. Strange thing, though; when I've seen other kiddos learn stairs, they tend to crawl up on their hands and knees. Jules is using her hands, but is putting her foot on the next step and pushing herself up that way. With her whole leg. You know, the way people who have been climbing stairs long enough to really know what they're doing do. Like, people who aren't only thrice the height of one step. It's an awe-inspiring and nerve-wracking sight for a parent.
Standing is now an all the time thing. Standing in bed? Check. Standing at the picture window waving goodbye to daddy in the mornings? Check. Standing freely in the middle of the room and laughing at the sheer miracle that is one years' progress? Check. She still crawls between places where she stands, but that won't last much longer because...
This week, she took two steps. Not concurrently, but still. Her consecutive total may be one, but her cumulative total number of steps taken without assistance comes to two. So we've got that going for us.
Kathy informs me that's probably enough for now. I guess. But first, one more picture. Ready?
|Juliette, on her birthday. And she totally knows it.|