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18 months-old today

You’re 18 months-old today.

Here’s an update of the past month.

“Don’t eat off the floor, please,” Mommy said. “The dog licks there.”

July 7

We went to Busch Gardens.You met Elmo.cropped_n

And you rode rides.

July 14

The new doctor says he’s heard the word “lethargic” thousands of times, but our description of you was one of the few times he’s heard it correctly.


It was a just a cold and a little fever.

July 15

You pooped 10 minutes after I put a clean diaper on you. And 12 minutes after I got you out of the bathtub.

Sometimes you point and smile and I point and smile back. Other times, I point and smile, and you point and smile back. You fill Mommy and Daddy with love, because your little heart is overflowing with love.

You also love lo mein.

July 17

You like to help daddy clean the pool.


July 18

Our first trip to Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden and the butterflies.



Looking at the fairy gardens.

Looking at the fairy gardens.


July 20

Dropping you off at daycare was really hard.

You walked in by yourself just fine until we got to the door of the room, and then you started crying. All the other kids were sitting around eating pears. You cried and went to one of the attendants, which is good. So I left.

I blew you a kiss and that didn’t help at all. Your crying face is etched into daddy’s soul.

I took your lunch to the kitchen went back and looked in the window. You were sitting at the table with pears in front of you, crying. You were so sad. They said this happens on Mondays.

July 23

Your first corn on the cob.


Yesterday morning

Evidently, when I say, “let’s get you dressed,” you hear, “run away from Daddy as fast as you can.”

This morning

You have had congestion and a runny nose for a few weeks. This morning, you suddenly got blotches. Red blotches larger than a quarter all over your body.

As Daddy writes this, you and Mommy are at the doctor to see what’s going on.

For Father’s Day – Eight things I’ve learned in my first year of fatherhood

Since we brought you home a little more than a year ago, so much has changed.

I still look at you and marvel at your presence in our lives. Perhaps I always will. Your existence is a miracle. As you’ve grown and eagerly explored and learned this past year, so have Mommy and Daddy. Here’s what Daddy has learned.


I would’ve thought “chew it up and swallow it” is instinctual. Turns out instinctual is “chew it up and spit it out.”

In fact, you sometimes chew something, take it out of your mouth and put it on the tray. New food you then drop directly onto the floor.

Food you had no interest in when it was on your tray is much more appetizing when it’s on the floor.

If you loved eating it today, you’ll almost certainly hate it tomorrow.

Oatmeal cookies for breakfast are better than nothing for breakfast.

The dog will eat anything you feed him by hand.

Under no circumstances should a popsicle have a napkin wrapped around it. This is a tragedy worthy of screaming and crying.

My Gag threshold has changed significantly

When mommy and daddy first brought you home, we took you to meet mommy’s family. You had been with us for only a day. Daddy had you in the guestroom trying to help you take a nap. But you didn’t sleep because you needed your diaper changed. At that point daddy had only changed you a few times. But you’re my daughter, so how difficult could it be?

So much poop and such a squirming baby. And daddy gagged and gagged. Blinded by tears flooding  my eyes, I struggled on,  committed to changing that diaper by myself because you are my little girl.

A year later, you still squirm, but Daddy can handle just about everything.  Recently, getting ready to give you a bath, I took your diaper off to let everything “air out” as you stood  next to the tub waiting for the water to fill.

When I picked you up,  I saw that you were actually standing and pooping.

Daddy tried to hold you on the toilet but you were done. So Daddy cleaned you up with toilet paper. Daddy had to call mommy to come help throw away the soiled bath toy and get the soiled rug.

And through all of that not once did I gag!

(Full disclosure – recently mommy was giving you a bath when she called Daddy for help. You pooped in the tub during your bath. It was rough. Daddy gagged pretty hard that night. )

Diaper mysteries

What goes on inside a little girl’s diaper is a mystery to her father.


My capacity to love has grown beyond anything I would have imagined possible.

There is nothing more important in life than growing our capacity to love and be loved.

Daddy and Mommy love each other. And when you came into our lives, our hearts swelled larger with love. We love you more than we’ve every loved anyone before. Your love for us is unconditional and it feeds the unconditional love we have for you.

Babies are fast

Because you wander around tottering and occasionally falling over I’m lulled into a false belief that you remain that slow when I’m not looking.

Paradoxically,  when we take our eyes off you for any reason you miraculously become rock steady and fleet of foot.

The more important the reason for our distraction, the faster you move.

You’re a tiny person

You developed a personality quickly. You have a favorite spot where you often sit. You love to wear your shoes, inside or out. You play hard, you eat food by the tiny fistful and you sleep soundly.

You’re really easy going, and are seldom fussy. Although lately, you get whiny when you don’t get your way. Today you were really upset that Daddy wouldn’t let you play with the trash.

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Very unhappy Daddy won’t let you play with the trash. June 20, 2015.

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You’re such a good girl, you wouldn’t play with the garbage after Daddy said no. But you weren’t happy about it. June 20, 2015.

You have favorite foods, an insatiable curiosity, and you love looking at strangers and smiling happily.

“That made my day,” a woman said, after you smiled joyfully at her in the grocery store.
You have a tremendously magnetic personality that draws people to you.

I wonder if you still have that, when you’re reading this.

Nothing else matters

You are our priority.

Like planets orbiting the sun, our whole lives revolve around you.

Mommy and daddy used to see a lot of movies – We’ve gone to the movie theater twice in the past year. Daddy thought he was going to finish writing his novel, six months ago.  Daddy hasn’t auditioned for plays because I don’t want to be away from you during rehearsals.

We’ve rearranged our whole lives for you, and you’re worth every second.

Your birth family is present

You are our daughter. You are a part of us. Our hearts and spirits are connected.
but like an amputee’s phantom limb, the specter of your birth family is present.

You’ll have questions as you get older. We’ll answer them. And just as we do today, we’ll walk alongside you as you explore the world.

An update at 14 months

You’re speaking in code. 1280px-Enigma_rotors_and_spindle_showing_contacts_rachet_and_notch

It’s up to us to decipher what you’re trying to say.

Some things you say are pretty simple.



Other utterings are a little more complex.



They are different words, but mean the same thing. When we’re trying to put a shoe on you or give you something and you would rather do it – “Idoitdoidoit.”

Deciphering often has a lot to do with context.

“Idon.” I have no idea what it means. I thought I did when I wrote it down but as I try to explain it here, the meaning eludes me. It’s not what you say when you’re done eating. When you’re done, you just drop surplus food or a bottle onto the floor without a sound.


“Aye.” Accompanied by the point of your little finger, it means you want something, we just have to figure out what it is.

Mommy tries to get you to “use your words,” while daddy is trying to just use words himself.

“Aye.” Point.

“What do you want?”

“Aye.” Point.

”The apple?”

“Aye.” Point.

“Do you want the apple?”

“Aye.” Point.

Your tone never changes. Seemingly, you could go on for hours saying the same word and pointing.

“Aye.” Point.

“The kiwi?” It’s on the counter next to the apple.

“Aye.” Point.

“Kiwi or apple?” I ask, holding them both to you.

“Aye.” You point at the kiwi.

And then you eat it all.

You eat a lot.

You move a lot and you eat a lot. You’re walking nearly everywhere. You only crawl to get up or down a step, but you’re really great at turning around and lowering yourself down. Down the back stairs or over the side of the bed, you turn around and down you go.

Saturday we went to celebrate Easter with Mommy’s side of the family.

Easter egg hunt.

Easter egg hunt.

At dinner with the family – there were 25 of us – you consumed an entire pear. For dessert. After already eating a lot of dinner. Daddy cut a piece of the pear and you ate it. And you kept eating until it was gone.

You can drink as much as 12 ounces from the liquid solids bottle during a meal. You’re not eating with a fork or spoon yet, but you can eat a lot with your hands. If we try to make you eat with a spoon, you squeal and say, “idoitdoidoit.” But you don’t. You smile happily while you play with the spoon and eat with your other hand.

There can be a lot of squealing and sometimes you just scream. At 14 months-old, it’s like you’ve entered the terrible twos. I can’t imagine what you’ll be like in 10 months.


Eating update

Sometimes it takes a while to get you to eat.


Enjoying home made ice cream.

You’ll gum food with your two teeth, spit it out, and the put more food into your mouth.

Sometimes it takes a long time for you to swallow. Other times, you don’t swallow at all.

The easiest way to get you to eat would be for us to put the food on the floor, or the dog’s dish, because that food you quickly pick up and put in your mouth. But because it’s food, it usually comes back out.

Lint or paper or anything you manage to find on the floor usually stays in your mouth a long time and I have to jab my finger in to try to get out. But you keep your mouth clamped shut.

Sometimes we notice you crawling around playing and chewing on whatever non-food thing you put in your mouth. A pacifier stays in your mouth about five seconds, but you can chew on a leaf for a long time.

We just need to cover the floor with spinach leaves and we’ll finally get you fed.

Birth certificate

Your birth certificate arrived yesterday.

It has my name on it. And your mommy’s name. And your name. You’re our little girl.

And I still shake my head in wonder.

So many years of my life were spent thinking I’d never have a child, and now here you are, sitting next to me in your highchair making talking noises and eating spinach and peppers pizza for lunch.
Mommy had nearly given up on marriage before I came along, and we both agreed that even at our age, we’d be happy if we were to have a child. (One of us believed that God’s will would determine if we had a baby. The other of us believed God was walking alongside us while uncountable and uncontrollable factors determined the outcome.)

Both of us believe you are a miracle, bathed in the Grace of God. And here you sit next to me. Our daughter. With our last name. Our miracle. Eating pizza.

Your day

You were napping when I started writing this. Now you’re eating dinner with mommy.

When you’re not at daycare (we’re still working out your schedule at daycare) you nap a lot. You also eat a lot.

You turn a year old in two weeks, and you spend most of your day sleeping and eating.

After you wake up

Daycare, 1.2.15

you start eating


you eat for about an hour

done eating

and then you play for two and half to three hours.


And then you nap.


And then it starts all over again.