I haven’t written on here in a very long time. It hasn’t
been for lack of wanting or lack of feeling like it. We have been in the eye of
the storm we call “Hurricane Finnian” for a while now, so there you have it. We
really wouldn’t change a thing, though, so bear with me.
So last we checked in, she was eight months old and had her
first tooth. Fast-forward to almost 16 months old, four teeth on top, five on
the bottom and four molars coming in all at once! It has been a nightmare of a
few weeks, to be sure. One thing we have discovered is the power of Grape
Tylenol. Not Cherry, mind you. Grape. She loves her grape flavored medicine and
pretends to put up a fight, but turns her head back (most of the time) to take
it all, like the big girl she is.
Finny is a very independent little girl, finding it
frustrating when she can’t climb up on the couch or chair without help. She
likes to figure things out on her own, and when she does, she looks to anyone
around her for approval, smiling and clapping, and expecting others to do the same
for her, which we do. How can we resist, really.
Finn has many words, and has even started putting small
sentences together to get her points across. Her signing needs work, but that
is more our fault than hers. When she is hungry or thirsty, she stands at the
gate to the kitchen and makes noise to get our attention, then we follow her
and she points to what she wants; either the cabinet for a treat, or the fridge
for food or drink.
She loves going to soccer at the park to see all of her
friends, big and small. Finny loves her buddies and is always waiting to show
off something new that she learned. When we have visitors at our house, she
never hesitates to show people a favorite toy or book, or how she can crawl
through her tunnels or sit in her chair. Her collection of zoo animals and
super heroes are always one of the best things to show people, along with a
book or two. Don’t be surprised if you ever come to visit, if you get invited
to play with her Little People toys or asked to read her a book.
Finny is an amazing little soul. She is so loving and
gentle, with a huge personality already. She will give you a hug or kiss when
you want one, or just sit with you when you need company. She is the best at
making you giggle, as hers is infectious, and she is always smiling or
laughing. Her impromptu dance parties are nothing short of amazing and you can’t
help but join in. And then there is her little voice. Even if you can’t
understand her, you really can seem to know what she is talking about. She is
just brilliant.
Finn has learned many things in her short time on this rock.
She knows how to play peak-a-boo, how to put on her shirt, and take it off, how
to use a fork (mostly), how to put on a hat, how to change the pictures on my
phone, send texts, destroy the living room in three seconds, etc. Today she
learned how to turn on a flashlight, which was HUGE! She still needs to learn
that the light actually comes FROM the flashlight, and isn’t a separate thing
that is on the wall that can be held on to, but we’ll get there. She also knows
to answer “no” when asked if she wants to go on a motorcycle ride. She also
learned how to steal donuts (something we will not be encouraging). Her
fastball needs a little work, but her change-up is right on. I think the Sox
should be coming to our door soon to check on their best prospect. They need a
good closer after last year’s meltdown. J
Our little girl is growing up so fast. When she was tiny, I
remember saying I couldn’t wait for the day that she could walk and hold my
hand. Now that she is there, and it is so awesome to have that with her, I kind
of miss that tiny little cuddle bug sometimes. But then I look over at that
squealing little monster playing with her Little People Garage and licking the
dog’s face, and I don’t think I want to go back. There’s so much more to learn
and explore together, with us, with our family, with our friends, with everyone
who loves our little girl. She is lucky to have them.
And we are all so very lucky to have her.
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