I cannot believe my baby is 1! I guess now she is actually a toddler...and she does toddle all right. Tylee is officially a walker. Very rarely does she crawl anywhere anymore. She's still pretty shaky and walks a little bit like she's drunk, but she is determined and gets right back up after every fall. Watching her wobble around with her arms stretched out to the side to help her balance is my favorite. Here are some other 1YEAR OLD tidbits:
Tylee loves to "sing" and "dance". She is always humming or jibbering in her little sing song voice to herself. It is Devan's favorite thing. When she hears music she bounces up and down or starts stomping her feet. She's adorable.
Tylee spit out food for pretty much the first time today. She still eats just about anything, but as I discovered today, if she doesn't like it she will just open her mouth and let it fall out, no funny faces or anything. The culprit today was butternut squash. (To be fair, it wasn't the freshest, so we will probably try it again). She is also weaning off the bottles. She only gets one in the morning and at night and it is half formula and half milk until we run out of formula...then no more bottles for her! She drinks plain milk pretty well out of a sippy cup throughout the rest of the day so I am hoping it will be a smooth transition. (It's nice to save ~$100 a month too!)
Tylee loves balls. She is already quite the little soccer star. She just walks around the downstairs kicking her Minnie Mouse ball and then chasing it down. Weston and Chelsea gave her a little tennis size ball that lights up when you shake it for her birthday and it is her favorite. After pulling that out of the bag, she wanted nothing to do with any of her other presents. If there are multiple balls around she will just gather them all in one spot and sit with them around her, not quite sure what to do with all of them next. She is hilarious.
Poor little things is currently experiencing seasonal allergies. She has her dad to thank for that. We had a rough couple nights and then discovered the magic of children's Claritin (which Devan went to buy at 3 am). She gets a half dose every night and it does wonders. She is still kinda phlegmy (is that a word? did I even get close with spelling?) and has the occasional coughing fit to clear it up, but that is much better than a constant, and I mean CONSTANT runny nose. And just like any kid, she hates getting her nose wiped.
Tylee has pretty much mastered going up and down the stairs. And with that came the realization that to get off the bed or couch you have to slide off backwards, not fall off face first. Now her new favorite thing is climbing up and then getting down from the fireplace hearth. Sometimes she just perches herself up there and sits facing out towards the room with a big smile like she is queen of the world looking out over everything. And then if you give her any recognition she starts screaming/giggling with excitement. She loves to be the center of attention.
Tylee is very cuddly. She gives that best loves. She gives hugs and kisses and will lay her head on your shoulder and make an "awwww" sound when she is feeling extra affectionate. These are often done completely on her own with no prodding from mom and dad. Most adorable thing ever. Best part of my day....multiple times a day.
This is my favorite stage so far, although I think every stage is my favorite while she is in it. She is so interactive and has such a BIG and unique personality. Sometimes I laugh just thinking about her because she is such a goofball. Just her smiling at me makes me melt. But, this stage is definitely the hardest. She is all over the place and is starting to get sassy when she can't have/do what she wants. Keeping the house clean is impossible. She just follows behind me, pulling everything out that I have just put away. But, we love her. At the end of the day we just have to remember that we love her and that she really still is an angel child comparatively. We are so blessed to have her wonderful spirit in our home and look forward to many more years.
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