Oh, this kid. She's something. And I'll refrain from saying "how has a year already gone by??" a million times, even though I sort of feel like it. Instead, I'll tell you what Immy's been up to. K? K.
She loves to eat. Anything (yes, this includes paper and rocks and all manner of other non edibles). I'm very glad I got matched up with a nonpicky baby. Now there is someone in the family that will eat tuna salad with me. And mushrooms! And and and... I'm lucky. I know. And I hope it holds.
She loves books. She has a pile of board books on her play mat in the living room and she usually starts the day paging through them, and I'll catch her going back to look at them several times throughout the day. She likes to sit in my lap and look at them, too, although she doesn't have patience to hear all the words on the page before needing to turn it.
She's crawling everywhere and pulling up on everything, but she hasn't attempted any steps on her own yet.
Naptimes are different every day, it seems like, which makes it a tad bit hard to plan stuff since I'm not sure if she'll be sleeping, or tired, or whatever. But she's a pretty good carseat napper, and that's fantastic. (unless we say "oh, she'll fall asleep in the car." because that jinxes it every. single. time.)
She doesn't like growing teeth, and I've lost track of how many shes got in there -- probably 8+.
She hates having her nails clipped. And that makes two of us.
She had her first bloody lip last Friday -- from falling. :(
She loves playing with Mr. K and with Reagan. Right now we're just trying to protect Davie until she gets bigger and stronger :) -- but Imogen loves "talking" to Davie on my old, out of use cell phone... I think she calls Davie about seven thousand times a day.
She likes to play the piano. She sets her little hands on the keys and then lifts and plays with her second finger. Only her second finger. It's going to be hard to play scales that way.
She likes to talk and she's trying new words all the time. She can tell you what the dog says and what the cow says. She can say daddy (dada), mama, paula, dog, bottle (baba), night night (nighnigh), uh oh, banana, Nonna, Boppa, Davie (sounds like dada), and Dr. Tull (sounds like 3 syllables da-da-ta).
She has taken to saying 'yeah' if you ask her a yes or no question. Like: Hey Immy, are you 1? And she goes, "ya.". And then you can keep asking her all kinds of cool questions and she'll say "ya." Very cute.
She had her one year photos taken last Saturday by Mr. K's mama (the photos in this post and the last are part of that shoot) and I love them! (3 cheers for photographer friends!!)
So, all in all it's been a wonderful year with our daughter! We're so glad we get to keep her.
She's having a little birthday party tomorrow -- so I'll try and post a couple of pics.
Much love to you all.
