I made a good faith effort when Maizey was born. I registered for a baby book, then returned it and searched for the perfect alternative. Many hours online and $100+ later I was the proud owner of a beautiful scrapbook. A beautiful, empty scrapbook. Fifteen months later it's just as pretty and only slightly less empty.
I have heaps of momentos just sitting in a bag. Both the book and bag have made multiple trips North, accompanied by my determination to "work on the baby book while grandma watches the baby." False determination. Why sit alone, glue-stick in hand, while my mom and my daughter blow bubbles in a yard backing up to Lake Michigan? I'd be so busy preserving memories that I'd miss out on making new ones.
So, here I sit. With an empty scrapbook, a bag of cards, doctor's notes and photos, and a lot of guilt. This blog is Maizey's baby book. Not perfect, but neither is my life, or me. Someday I'll use a blog-book making service like blurb to preserve these entries in hard-copy form. Maybe in the meantime I'll take my mom's advice and start using a memory file system - at least it's a step up from the bag, right? And, I'll try to squirrel away some time to post photos AND memories on this public forum.
Sooo... in that spirit, here's the latest from Miss Maizey.
Her fifteen month appointment was October 15, 2012. She received three vaccinations (DTaP, Hep A and Flu), measured 31" long (90%), 24 lbs. 10 oz. (90-95%) and had a 19" melon (95-98%). She screamed from the second the nurse walked in until she left. Who knew having a tape measure around your cranium was so painful/traumatizing.
She took her first true steps the weekend I was in Chicago. September 9. She was 13 months, 11 days old. Now she runs. And squats. And rolls. And twirls.
She has heaps of teeth. Four fronts on top, three on the bottom, and a slew of molars.She talks a blue streak. Favorite words? Mama. Dada. No. Puppy. Shoes. Socks. Tree. Sassy. Cheese. Banana. Apple. Choo choo. Favorite phrases? Where is she? (Uttered while holding upturned hands below her chin.) and Not nice. (Emphatically stated as she wails on Kip with her sippy cup.) She knows animals sounds for sheep, horse, owl, dog, elephant and pig. When prompted she'll repeat just about anything: I love you. Thank you. Swimming. Trick or Treat...
We go to Milford Library Story Hour on Tuesday mornings, Tumbling Tots at the Apollo Center on Thursday mornings (where she has loves the car, bubbles and stamps, but has a love-hate relationship with the parachute) and YMCA swim lessons on Thursday nights. She's made friends at these activities - Andrew (and Cindy), Sam (and Heather), Hannah (and Emily), Anthony (and Karen).
Her favorite toys are books. She reads in her crib, turning the pages and babbling away. She also likes legos, balls, her Fisher Price farm and going outside. Her early infatuation was birds. Now it's trains. And people. And the Kensington Farm.
She loves cheese, plain yogurt, macaroni and cheese, blueberries, eggs, waffles, Mr. Graham Cracker and Halloween candy. She drinks water and milk, and still loves to nurse at least once a day.
She doesn't watch television, and really has no interest, except for the occasional 3 minute Elmo infatuation (a lame attempt to distract her when I'm at my wits end).
For the most part she wears 18 month clothing. Size 4-4.5 shoes.
She wakes up between 7:30-8:30 a.m. We're currently transitioning between one and two naps a day. She take a bath every night (expect swim nights or when she's too tired from day care) and is usually asleep by 7:30 p.m.
Simply put? She's wonderful.
(And will undoubtedly hate me at 15, when her boyfriend stumbles upon this, her life record, online.)
