The continuing adventures of Amelia...
I am continually amazed at how rapidly Amelia seems to be growing up. Lisa is at school right now, so Amelia and I went upstairs for her nap. She usually likes to play and read her books for awhile before going to sleep.
The book routine now goes something like this: Amelia will try to tell us what book she wants to read. She has words for most of her books, which somewhat resemble the titles or subject matter. For example, "NEE-poo" means Winnie the Pooh who is in one of her books. "EYE-ooh" means "I love you" - which is in the title of three (I think) of her books, which makes things confusing sometimes.
Anyway, she'll try to tell us which one she wants, but usually we'll just put her down and she'll go pick out the book. Then she'll bring it back, put it in my (or Lisa's) lap, and command, "Up, up, up." So I'll pick her up, then if I am not holding the book right, she'll move my hand so it is underneath the book and so she can flip through the pages. Sometimes she listens to us read the story, sometimes she talks through the pictures herself.
This can go on for a really long time as Amelia really likes her books. Today, I tried something a little different - I told Amelia she could pick out one story, then it was time for the nap. She picked "Pat the Cat," one of her usual favorites. Then she went through the page with the two kids, then the part with the soft cat that you can pet, then the part with the little pencil that comes out and back in, then to the ATM where you get the money and put it back into the wallet. Then, back to the pencil, then back to the money, then back to the two kids... it was becoming apparent that Amelia was milking her "one story" for all it was worth. She would not turn to the end - could it be she knew it was naptime after she was finished? Judging by the foot-stomping I heard from her crib after I closed the door, I think she knew. Smart little girl.
Since I don't write very often, I'll tell another story. Amelia turned 18 months old yesterday. It's almost like she decided, "I guess it's time to develop some fine motor control skills" or something. Up until today, when playing with her blocks, she usually enjoyed knocking them down or scrambling them. She had been able to stack three or four, which was great, but her way was to just kind of thrust her hand toward the stack, deposit the block, and if it stayed, it stayed. Well, today we were doing our usual thing, going over the animals on the blocks and I was building a tower. I pretty much expected that Amelia would just swipe her hand and knock it down. But today, she took a block, and with great patience and dexterity, gently deposited it on the top of the stack. I was pretty amazed, and she was really pleased with herself. She did it again, and then again. I would help a little by straightening the top block so she had a solid platform for the next one, but that was all. There was even one time where the whole tower was coming down, and she CAUGHT it with her left hand, straightened it out, and put another block on top with her right hand - and this time the tower stayed. Ahh, don't believe me? How can a one-point-five year old accomplish this feat? Well I'll post a picture that shows you just what I mean - Amelia is growing by leaps and bounds, in many ways.
I could write much more, but I think I'll save some for Lisa. It's autumn, and you know what that means - LEAVES!
The book routine now goes something like this: Amelia will try to tell us what book she wants to read. She has words for most of her books, which somewhat resemble the titles or subject matter. For example, "NEE-poo" means Winnie the Pooh who is in one of her books. "EYE-ooh" means "I love you" - which is in the title of three (I think) of her books, which makes things confusing sometimes.
Anyway, she'll try to tell us which one she wants, but usually we'll just put her down and she'll go pick out the book. Then she'll bring it back, put it in my (or Lisa's) lap, and command, "Up, up, up." So I'll pick her up, then if I am not holding the book right, she'll move my hand so it is underneath the book and so she can flip through the pages. Sometimes she listens to us read the story, sometimes she talks through the pictures herself.
This can go on for a really long time as Amelia really likes her books. Today, I tried something a little different - I told Amelia she could pick out one story, then it was time for the nap. She picked "Pat the Cat," one of her usual favorites. Then she went through the page with the two kids, then the part with the soft cat that you can pet, then the part with the little pencil that comes out and back in, then to the ATM where you get the money and put it back into the wallet. Then, back to the pencil, then back to the money, then back to the two kids... it was becoming apparent that Amelia was milking her "one story" for all it was worth. She would not turn to the end - could it be she knew it was naptime after she was finished? Judging by the foot-stomping I heard from her crib after I closed the door, I think she knew. Smart little girl.
Since I don't write very often, I'll tell another story. Amelia turned 18 months old yesterday. It's almost like she decided, "I guess it's time to develop some fine motor control skills" or something. Up until today, when playing with her blocks, she usually enjoyed knocking them down or scrambling them. She had been able to stack three or four, which was great, but her way was to just kind of thrust her hand toward the stack, deposit the block, and if it stayed, it stayed. Well, today we were doing our usual thing, going over the animals on the blocks and I was building a tower. I pretty much expected that Amelia would just swipe her hand and knock it down. But today, she took a block, and with great patience and dexterity, gently deposited it on the top of the stack. I was pretty amazed, and she was really pleased with herself. She did it again, and then again. I would help a little by straightening the top block so she had a solid platform for the next one, but that was all. There was even one time where the whole tower was coming down, and she CAUGHT it with her left hand, straightened it out, and put another block on top with her right hand - and this time the tower stayed. Ahh, don't believe me? How can a one-point-five year old accomplish this feat? Well I'll post a picture that shows you just what I mean - Amelia is growing by leaps and bounds, in many ways.
I could write much more, but I think I'll save some for Lisa. It's autumn, and you know what that means - LEAVES!
posted by Lisa, Mike, Amelia, and Diana at 11:50 AM
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