This week has been all about play for Taylor. Everything is a game, starting when she wakes up and continuing until the very last moment before she goes to sleep. She doesn’t want to miss a beat! She has discovered that closing the door is fun, so sometimes when I walk out of her bedroom, she’ll close the door behind me. Trying to get back in the room can be a challenge, because I’ll try to open the door slowly so that I don’t accidentally hit her and she’s on the other side pushing it closed again and giggling madly.
T.J. also loves to instigate “chase the baby” games, so if she’s crawling around, she’ll look back at us, shriek and then run away as if to say, “Come and get me!”. She enjoys it when we hide in another room and call out “Where’s Taylor?”. Then she’ll peer around the corner, and slowly crawl toward our voices. When we see her we shout, “THERE’S Taylor!”, which gets a big laugh every time. And on and on it goes…she would repeat this game all day if we let her.
Standing at the window, watching the world go by:
We have a saying in our house: “The tide is rising”, which refers to the fact that Taylor now wants to be vertical as much as she can, so nothing is safe. Anything that can be utilized as a prop for her to stand up is used. In order to protect her, we’re becoming very minimalist in our decorating. We’ve taken down tables, cabinets, and electronic devices in order to ensure that she doesn’t destroy them (or herself!). Finally this week, I cordoned off her room and the hallway outside her room so that she would have a “safe zone”. Hurray for baby gates!! Taylor’s day care provider, Elizabeth, mentioned to me this week that T.J. and her buddy Cameron were cruising around her living room together. Taylor would reach up to all of the tables in the room and pull objects down for her and Cameron to play with. They had access to a MILLION toys, but instead, baby Bonnie and Clyde decided to steal the remote control instead – go figure!
Taylor has a little cloth book that is like a photo album. We filled it with pictures of people that she knows so she could look through it and see some familiar faces. She loves the book, but her favorite part is the last page. It’s a mirror and so T.J. flips all the way to the end of the book so that she can see herself. Lately, she’s taken to kissing her reflection – I guess she just can’t resist her own charms!
Before Taylor was born, Zach and I got a lot of advice from people about caring for a newborn. Many people told us how sleepless and overwhelmed we would feel…and we believed them…and they were right! After we got through the newborn phase, we figured that we were old pros at this parenting stuff. Somehow we were given the impression that once the first few months is over, it’s relatively smooth sailing until the terrible two’s set in. The thing is, I feel like the 6-8 month timeframe has been hard work! A teething, crawling, 18 lb. baby who doesn’t want to sleep is EXHAUSTING to keep up with because she is constantly in motion. Even more than that, though, is that she’s really asserting her personality now. Before, it seemed like there were two people and a baby in the house, but it’s becoming very clear that there are three separate people with three separate personalities who all have to live in harmony under the same roof. Fortunately, we all seem to be getting along now… ask us again when she’s 13.
“Hey, let me outta’ here!”:
Having a bath in the kitchen sink:
Climbing the stairs (with Grandma spotting her):