Friday, December 06, 2013

1 yr of Phoebe!

Life has a different hue when you’re under the siege of a newborn’s whims and wants, but the good moments are really good, and we mostly don't miss the things we used to do. It's funny, because our weekends used to be action-packed - these days, when asked what we did the past weekend, the response is silence: we usually have a hard time remembering, and the interludes between naps and mealtime which yield a quick errand or trip to the park are hardly noteworthy.  I recall with irony my frustration at friends when they had their infants around - it was so difficult to carry on a conversation with attention shifting to their little creatures! Ha.     


Anyway, today Phoebe is 1 year old! A big milestone, and a good excuse to recap and prognosticate. She's showing a lot of personality - already displaying remarkable level of indifference (boredom) at papa's antics. Despite my best efforts a entertaining her, making all manner of animal noises, pretending to sniff her like a puppy, tickling her, using hand puppets, her usual reaction is to look bored, and search around the room for momma. Or just to plain ignore me. Ocassionally, she'll even give me a slighly offended look as if to say 'how childish. stop that'. She's wise (a wise something or other) beyond her years!

in terms of physical developments, she's crawling, standing up on things (her favorite target / support post is Rebecca's pant legs while she's cooking in the kitchen), and getting into things she's not supposed to (e.g. the recycling bin). She's an avid reader, in the sense that she will rapidly flip through magazines and tear pages out and throw them on the floor. If the pages are already separate (and placed in the aforementioned recycling bin), she will comb through them all, carefully examining each piece for texture, color, and shakeability before tasting it and/or tossing it on the floor.

She's a goodish eater, and is eager to try new foods, but arrives on her favorites (cheese, avocado, hummus, bread) rather quickly, and her food hierarchy remains firmly entrenched until she runs out of the good stuff. Feeding her carrots, peas, or broccoli is tiresome and a good portion of it does not make it into her mouth. She learned very quickly that when good stuff (hummus, for example) is mixed with not-so-good stuff (bread), it is a simple matter to remove the good stuff and spit out the bad stuff. She has a special knack for this and figured it out the first time we tried it. She has applied this skill to many different combinations, even removing the skin of a black bean from the bean insides, and spitting out the skin. I was super impressed that she did that without hands!

She's able to communicate well, and has recently taken to pointing to things that she's interested in using a very decisive index finger. When asked if she's "all done" or "wants more" at dinner, she will also grunt in the affirmative once we've identified the thing that she wants more of. She typically will first grasp and points with her left hand, so we think that she might be left-handed, just like her grandpa Carl. This makes me happy to observe and think about.

She's been a joy to us the past year, and we're excited to see what happens next! Below are a few recent photos!











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