One and a half.
5:23 PM Technically, she's 20 months old. But this busy mama can barely keep up with Charlotte's monthly posts, much less any for Jocelyn, so cut me some slack. I wasn't planning on doing any monthly posts past 1 yr old, but I did want to do a 1 1/2 yr old update. She's just changed sooooo much since turning one year old, and there are so many things I don't want to ever forget.
And here she is, with an update on the new developments in the busy life of a one-and-a-half year old.
Sometimes I get a little jealous of Mommy because she is with baby sister a lot. Baby sister drinks only milk, and I eat food with a fork and spoon and so I don't need Mommy as much. But she still takes me on walks and we splash in the pool and we go to the backyard to pick berries and zucchini and tomatoes. Berries are my favorite. Also, cucumbers with ranch are my favorite.
MMMMMmmmmm.
One of my favorite things to do is swing on the swing at Grandma's house. I would swing on it all day if they would only let me. I want one at my house so bad. Maybe I'll get one for my 2nd birthday. But that is a long time to wait, also it will be cold then and I'm not sure if I'll want to swing outside.
Dearest Jocelyn,
Right now, "sunshine" is the word that comes to mind when I think of you, my
oldest daughter. Because like that burning globe that tans your skin brown
and grows the tomatoes in our garden, you are warm, bright, and life-giving.
Everything right now is so awe-inspiring to you, and you (as I
read in a book recently) try to take the world in one bite. I just
love this stage of your life. So new, so impressionable, so breath-takingly
fresh. I hardly want it to end.
I only have a handful of summers with you. It will just be a blink, a whisper, and then you'll be gone, off to have adventures of your very own. But for now, I will scoop you up after your nap, with your cheeks all flushed and your hair all curly with sweat, and I will breathe you in. I kiss your tears away after you trip on the steps, getting some of your first skinned knees ever. There will probably be many more to come, if you're anything like your mama.
This summer I watched some birds build a nest outside my kitchen window. First they were only two, giddy and in love, trying to scout out the perfect place for a home. Then suddenly one day, there were eggs. In wasn't long until those eggs transformed into a bunch of little heads on scrawny necks, bobbing and crying for food. Then, they were feathered birds, as big as their mama and itching to fly. They took a few hops to the edge of their nest, and then they were gone. It all happened so fast.
Take your time, little bird, take your time.
Love,
Mama.
5 comments
you have one gorgeous little girl, Shelley! Love the pictures :) she's getting so big. I admire your strength and determination and honesty in raising your little family...Janine
ReplyDeleteShe's gorgeous! Beautiful words.
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ReplyDeleteso perfect she is!
ReplyDeleteShell, I have some tears streaming down my face after reading that last li'l note...you said it so well. :) Love you. Was SO good to see you again and spend some time catching up.
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