Rather than giving you an update on all the normal things Marla is doing lately, I'm choosing to post some pictures from a series I like to call: "She gets it from her father."
Speaking of Jeff, looks like his wallet has been infiltrated.
"Don't worry Mom, it's all under control."
This is mostly a one-sided friendship. Fortunately, Marla doesn't take Betsy's indifference personally, which means Betsy continues to enjoy many, many scraps tossed from the high chair.
In her defense, I DID ask her to point to her nose...
Is she cute or what? You'd never know that she threw a massive tantrum right after this picture was taken.
"No, no, it's ok. Don't run for the Kleenex..."
"That should take care of it."
In other news, her hair has been growing into the most adorable curly mullet EVER!
Marla has been full-on walking for a couple weeks now, so I figured I should probably post something to prove it. Our baby has officially become a "toddler"!
For a while it seemed like Marla knew a couple of words, but only said them when we prompted her. Now there are a lot more real words thrown into strings of gibberish. I hear her using them (in the right context) while she reads her books, while she eats, responding to toys and activities. Like so many of her milestones, this really snuck up on me.
There hasn't been a whole lot going on with us lately, but I feel like I've been busy. Must be due to the barnacle that's permanently attached herself to my leg. A cold, teething, and being 13 months old has made Marla exceptionally clingy lately. It's great for bonding. Not so great for things like brushing my teeth, preparing meals, folding laundry. I'm told this ends around age 12 or so... I'm going to miss going to the bathroom by myself.
It's a good thing she's so cute, right?
She's very into climbing steps lately.
And taking baths.
And, of course, reading books.
She learned how to play the piano.
And still likes her drum a lot. (Watch for that famous Schmidt temper towards the end.)
Her drum is multi-functional.
We completely finished nursing a few weeks ago, and as a result her appetite for real food has taken off. Most of the time we have a hard time getting her meal prepared and in front of her before she's screaming and banging the table (another Schmidt trait).
She likes utensils, though she's more successful with her hands. Well, maybe "successful" isn't the right word. See for yourself.
She's been walking a lot lately. She's still pretty unsteady on her feet and usually only makes it 4-5 steps before tumbling. Chasing Betsy has been great motivation for her to take off.
Oops, fell down again. This big girl will be running soon enough!
Before the all-important birthday party post, an addendum to Marla's twelve month post... her latest stats and report from the doctor:
Weight - 18 lbs, 14 oz (14%)
Height - 29.72 in (71%)
Head - 45.1 cm (52%)
The doctor was very impressed with her progress and demeanor, especially considering the whole broken arm debacle, and called her "the most well-adjusted 12-month-old" he's seen in years. The three weeks she spent in a sling created a bit of a delay on the developmental front, but she's catching up quickly. She pulls herself up on things very well now, and is beginning to show some interest in cruising along furniture, although she still prefers to crawl.
She still has just two teeth, but the doctor assures me that there are in fact more to come. She eats almost all table food without a problem, but her appetite seems to come and go. She's become more finicky than she used to be and her diet consists mainly of fruit, cheese, and Cheerios. She still nurses a couple times a day, but the doctor gave us the go-ahead to introduce cow's milk as desired. I feel like I could write about 20 posts on our experience with breastfeeding, but I'll spare you the details and just say that the weaning process is bittersweet for me. The breastfeeding journey has been almost 100% positive for us, and I feel so fortunate that we were able to make it this far. The thought of it coming to an end makes me sad in some ways and excited in others.
Ok, on to the party! Since Marla's birthday was the day after Christmas, we gave ourselves a week to do some holiday detox and catch a collective breath before diving into her very first birthday party. The party was New Year's Day. We kept it small-ish, since our current living quarters are a little cramped, but the size of our immediate families sort of prevent any gathering from being truly "small."
My mom always made our birthday cakes when we were kids, and I want to continue that tradition with my children. Unfortunately, I'm a novice in the cake making and decorating business, so I enlisted the help of my mom. We decided to make a cake of Marla's most treasured possession, a monkey blanket which she sleeps with and takes everywhere, better known around here as "Miss Monkey."
Due to my aforementioned lack of experience and talent for cake decorating, my mom did most of the work. I baked the cake, she drew up the pattern and did most of the decorating. I didn't really realize what an undertaking this would be, which makes me appreciate the end product even more. I think it turned out great! (Thanks Grandma!!)
The birthday girl checking out her monkey cake.
We had sloppy joes and an assortment of other goodies at the party. Can you spot the baby behind all the food?
After a lot of stimulation and very little sleep, by the time we got to singing and blowing out candles, Marla was pretty fried. She didn't cry, but didn't indulge in any cake or ice cream. I was disappointed that I didn't get any cake-smearing pictures, but the clean-up was nice and easy! And luckily we have lots of leftovers to work with. So help me, I WILL get to see this girl covered in frosting someday.
Just when I thought we'd run out of space for all of Marla's Christmas gifts, she was bestowed with another mountain of presents. She got lots of awesome new books and toys to keep her busy for the next four years or so. Here she is with a new baby doll. Hugs and kisses ensued...
A shopping cart, complete with goods. Start 'em early, I say!
Can't wait to pull her around in this wagon.
A percussion set! Anyone looking for a drummer for their toddler band?
Here are some pictures of Marla with various party guests. We are so grateful for all of these people, who continually lavish our girl with love, support, and toys. :)
Uncle Craig and Aunt Sara:
"Aunt" Tracy:
Grandpa Todd and Grandma Kelly:
Aunt Alisa and Uncle Jim (aka "The Godparents"):
Grandpa Dave and Nana Margret:
Grandma Susie, another Grandpa Dave, and Cousin Brennan:
Cousins! (I didn't get any shots of Brennan's mom and dad, but they were there too of course.)
Grandma Pam and Grandpa Sonny:
Last but not least... Mom and Dad!
Thank you to everyone who came to Marla's party and, more importantly, to everyone who has been part of her life over the past year. And happy birthday (once again) to Marla!
Today you are one year old. I've been thinking a lot about this day lately, remembering moments from this time last year. At 11:00 p.m. last night, I recalled how Jeff and I stayed up all night timing the contractions. At 7:00 this morning I thought about driving to the hospital and calling our families to tell them the time had come. At 6:48 p.m. tonight I looked at Jeff and said, "Only eight more minutes of pushing." When 6:56 p.m. came along, the exact moment of your birth a year ago, I was reading you a story and thinking about how far we've come since that day:
You have turned our lives upside down and inside out in so many ways. In the last year, I have been more overwhelmed, worried, frustrated, confused, and sleep deprived than ever before. There have been moments of peace, happiness, and clarity along with moments of complete terror. Before you, before I was a mother, I thought my life made sense. Then you came along and I realized how much I didn't know about life and love.
For instance, I never knew that someone's smile could make me cry with happiness. Or that I could stay awake for three days straight and still manage to feel grateful for the one thing that's keeping me up. Or that I could talk so openly and unabashedly about the color and consistency of poop. For that matter, I never knew I could care so much about another person's gastrointestinal system at all. I never knew I could sing lullabies in the car, or walk and sway the same path through the house for hours on end, or wake up five times in the night just to stand over a crib and listen for the sound of breathing. Thank you for teaching me all of these things. Thank you for showing me what I never knew was missing.
I know you are just beginning to understand who you are. But we have known you and loved you for a year now, and you have made us smile and laugh every single day. You are happy, vibrant, and engaged. Everyone comments on your sweet disposition, big smile, and bright blue eyes. You love reading, music, talking, and bouncing. You can be very intensely focused and determined and often get a mischievous gleam in your eye. Your laugh is infectious. You get very excited and noisy when you're the center of attention, or when you see other babies and children. You squeeze and cuddle your stuffed animals and give kisses to the pictures in your books. You are such a blessing.
Happy first birthday, sweet girl. I'm already so proud of the person you are and can't wait to watch you continue to learn and grow. There is so much to look forward to.
With the holidays, Marla's broken arm, selling our home (more on that in another post), searching for a new home, and moving, the last month has been nothing but a big messy blur. I know Marla turned 11 months old at some point, so I'll do my best to capture a few of the highlights in her growth and development.
She can wave "hi" and "bye-bye" but is fairly selective about when she does it. In the below video, she was saying goodbye to family members at Thanksgiving. She may not always do it, but when she does, she makes it count!
Speaking of which, she had her first Thanksgiving! She loved the stuffing. The rest of the food didn't make much of an impression on her.
She's into pretty much everything lately.
Who, me?
The three weeks that she spent in a sling slowed her down a bit, but she's back to crawling everywhere and pulling herself up to things in the last week.
She's fallen in love for the first time... with the baby in the mirror. In fact, she loves "the baby" so much that "baby" is going down in the books as her very first real word. I didn't capture her saying it in this video, but hearing it is enough to melt your heart, trust me.
I just can't believe that she's turning a year old next week, but my denial hasn't slowed her down a bit. She has begun clapping, waving, pointing, mimicking words, dancing, giving high-fives, and doing "soooo big." So big, indeed. Happy 11 months, Marla Rae!
Where to start? Our life as of late has been... chaotic? stressful? depressing? exciting? unstable? I struggle to find a word that really captures the rollercoaster we've been on. Fortunately, things seem to be slowly going back to normal in the last few days, so it's time to begin documenting some of it.
Marla broke her arm on November 21. We picked her up from daycare that day and she refused to crawl, which was very strange. She didn't seem to be in any pain or distress, so we waited it out for the night. When she still wouldn't crawl the following morning, we brought her to our pediatrician, who couldn't find anything of concern in a physical exam except that she didn't want to put any weight on one arm. He ordered an x-ray, which revealed a small fracture in her left humerus, which is the main bone in the upper arm. The doctor was flabbergasted that she could have sustained such an injury without showing any external sign of pain.
We saw an orthopedic pediatrician next, who also marveled at Marla's "stoicism" and apparent ambivalence to any pain in her arm. Because of the location of the break, it didn't need to be casted, but did need to be immobilized as much as possible. Imagine my distress when he prescribed a sling and swathe for our very active 11-month-old. Marla can't sit still for the length of time it takes a digital camera to snap a photo, but she was supposed to keep her arm and shoulder immobile for three weeks? Hardly. Regardless, we had to do our best, so we went to the hospital's orthopedic department for the sling. It turns out they don't make them small enough for a baby, so we were forced to come up with a contraption on our own.
We started with the doctor's suggestion of taping her arm down and putting an extra onesie on to hold it in place. That didn't last long.
Next we tried an ace wrap, but it was a major hassle to unwrap her every time we needed to change her, put her in the car seat, etc.
The winner ended up being some old sleep sacks and hand-me-down swaddlers from my friend Jodi. We cut the bottoms off the swaddlers, wrapped up her left arm, and velcroed the whole ensemble. She didn't love it, but it was tolerable!
We still don't know exactly how Marla broke her arm, but our best guess is that she fell at daycare. The great news is that she has handled all of this beautifully. She has not seemed to be in any pain whatsoever and adjusted very well to having the use of only one arm.
Fortunately, the sling didn't get in the way of her reading.
And she figured out how to get around pretty quickly.
I'm happy to report that last week we got the go-ahead from the doctor to take the sling off and set Marla free once again. He's pleased with the arm's healing and says there should be absolutely no issues with it in the future. It was a long three weeks, but it could have been much, much worse, and our girl took it all in stride. I'm so proud of her!
