Fifteen Months with Edith

Edith turned 15 months old today. To celebrate, I followed her around with the camera for a few minutes so you can see what she spends her time doing. It was right before lunch and her nap, so she was a bit tired.


We started out sitting on the fireplace hearth, having a conversation and playing with some sorting blocks. Edith is super drooly because she's working on her molars right now. The top right is in and the other 3 are bulging. I find it a little funny, since she still only has two teeth on the bottom in front. 

From there we moved on to the sliding glass door in the eating area. Figuring out how to get it (and the gate) open has become a priority in Edith's life. 

She has given up asking for help. Yup. You're on your own, kid.

She came over to pose for the camera...

...then took a quick seat to feel the air coming out of the vent and inform me that it's hot. 

Good job saying the word 'hot', Edith.

Then she found some of the new fun rockets we just got. Edith loves them. Well, we all do. Ummm... those two parts don't go together, Edith. Keep trying, you'll figure it out.

All this exploring gets tiring (I was feeling pooped), so Edith decided to take a little rest.

She finally managed to wipe spit on my lens while she was at it. Oh, well. It made her happy.

I guess the floor wasn't comfy enough, so Edith decided to try out a laundry basket full of dirty laundry. Big uses it as an indoor basketball hoop, so it's always handy. It's just so hard to get comfortable. Leg in? Leg out?

Ahhhhh...

After about 2 seconds of that, Edith was ready for something else. Oooh! She found both parts of the rocket. Now we're in business. She really wants to figure out how to do it herself. She's soooo close.

Edith tried and tried and tried to get the little rocket on its launcher, so focused. Finally I decided to give her a little help-- squeezing the launcher to send the rocket soaring really is so much fun, you know. See?

I think she's asking me to do it again.

Then it was time to get pretty for just a minute. That's about how long she kept her barrette in her hair for. She was just so concerned about why those balls were stuck together that she forgot about it for a moment.

Seriously concerning, those balls. 

Pulling them apart was proving to be a little difficult.

Pulling out a barrette, on the other hand, is easy. It's the putting it back in that can be hard. A little more to your right, Edith.

Looks like that will take some practice. 


I hope this gives you a little sense of what Edith's personality is like and what we do around here. Let's see... what else is she up to?


Edith has a wee bit of a shoe obsession. I guess it's a good thing she got so many pairs of shoes from her cousins. When Edith gets dressed in the morning she insists on picking a pair of shoes to go with her outfit. If I try to put on a pair other than the one she chose she lets me know I'm in error. Quite strongly. She kicks her feet, making it virtually impossible to put the wrong shoes on. When I have the pair she deems perfect for the outfit, however, she sits peacefully and lifts her leg and points her toe to make it easy to slip the shoe on her foot. I have a minor shoe obsession myself, so I completely understand where Edith is coming from.


When Edith fell on her rear end the other day she got up, looked at me, and said, "Butt." Then fell again the next day and said, "Bum". She's like a little baby thesaurus. Her definition of the word 'owie' is a bit broad, though. I have learned an 'owie' is anything that is not quite right. A hole in her pants is an owie. A piece of food stuck to the side of her sippy cup is an owie. Some dirt on the floor is an owie. Maybe it means she'll be empathetic. 


We were doing some grocery shopping yesterday when Edith started crying suddenly and inexplicably. And I mean sobbing and wailing. The kind of crying that makes you think something terrible happened or they got hurt. We didn't know what was going on. Upon repeatedly asking her what was wrong, Edith was finally able (after sobbing for 2 aisles) to catch her breath enough to cry out, "I neeeed the ball!" 


Rophone retraced his steps back a couple of aisles and Edith promptly pointed out a cute little red ball with rainbow polka dots. As he handed her the ball, Edith's crying stopped. She then proceeded to hug it and pat it, saying, "Ball. Ball. Ball." Clearly, the ball-love that had her sleeping with a basketball a few months ago has not abated. Needless to say, Edith is now the proud owner of a new red ball with polka dots.

This is probably a waaay long enough post, so I'll just say that Edith continues to be smart, funny, charismatic, delightful, opinionated, determined and loving. (And so much more!) We can't wait to see what comes next. We love you, Edith.