Today is
Beth's 19-month birthday. Yes, we are still celebrating every little milestone. No surprises in her development except that the jury (Gramma, Daddy, me, various friends and her brother) have decided that she definitely has more energy then her brother. It doesn't seem possible but it cannot be disputed that this little girl is into everything, all the time, and in the biggest way possible.
Beth's 19-month birthday. Yes, we are still celebrating every little milestone. No surprises in her development except that the jury (Gramma, Daddy, me, various friends and her brother) have decided that she definitely has more energy then her brother. It doesn't seem possible but it cannot be disputed that this little girl is into everything, all the time, and in the biggest way possible. I can't tell you how many times I pull her off the chairs underneath the kitchen table. If they are pulled out, she climbs up and then balances precariously on the edge, nearly tipping them over backwards. If they are pushed in, she climbs up anyway and then screams like a banshee each time she tries to sit up and bumps her head. I have to hold her head down while gingerly sliding them out from under the table apron. If someone happens to be sitting on one, she climbs up the back or tries to sidle in behind you.
She absolutely cannot sit down, not even on your lap. She has to stand up and walk all over the tops of my thighs, squishing that nice sensitive fat that so unbecomingly graces my thighs. She walks up my body like a ladder until she is perched on my shoulders or nearly falling over the back.
Her favorite spot is on top of the playtable which is thankfully only two feet tall. I can't tell you how many tumbles she has taken off of that thing! Her second favorite spot is standing on top of the back of the couch, giggling as she sees my extreme concern and agitation that she has climbed up there AGAIN!
Her giggle at getting us frustrated is nearly enough to get her out of trouble but we're trying not to encourage her antics. Today she even had this deep little rumble that implied she had far too much intelligence for only 17 pounds!
Yes, she is driving me bananas! No, I can't believe I would ever say that. I am often transported back to those NICU days where I sat crying next to her isolette. One of the respiratory therapists, Gail, who knew a thing or two about babies (like all of the NICU nurses). She used to tell me "Just wait. On a year you'll be coming to the NICU begging us to take her back!" How right she was! ;-)
How wonderful it is to laugh at all this. When I'm not soaking my feet, that is...

Perhaps this photo of Elliott sums up how I feel by the end of the day...He can cause a few headaches, too but what a great little boy he has become. God has truly blessed us!


I am a member of a group of moms who blog about their premature babies. I feel guilty when I read their entries about the many scary health problems their babies have. How did we get so lucky? I'll never know the answer and I am reluctant to say that God chooses exactly how things will go for He doesn't want His children to suffer or be sad. I do believe in His power but also believe there are other forces on this Earth, including our own.