Baby Susie Joy was fifteen months old last week.
She thinks she's ready for her own Instagram account with this duck face, but I say NO WAY. Not until you're at LEAST 18 months. Gosh. Be a kid, you know?
Look at those blue eyes. Yes, she's beautiful, but she totally betrayed me by not having brown eyes like her daddy. Can I please get one brown-eyed child?
Except sometimes they are brown, and most of the time they're green. It's anyone's guess what color her eyes will end up when she's grown.
I've never had a child with heterochromia before (yes, I know that might mean something different than this, but I had to find a way to work that word into a sentence since I just learned it on an episode of Luther, our new favorite show. BBC NEVER misses, am I right?).
Wait, what were we talking about? Oh yeah... THIS.
THIS is one way she lets you know she likes something: with a bull snort, like this above. If she does the big, slow head nod, she likes it. If she does the sign language for MORE MORE MORE, she likes it. If she snorts, she likes it. And if she DOESN'T like it, it gets flung over the edge of her high chair tray.
And WHAT, you ask, was she liking in this picture? As if it isn't obvious by the blackness around her mouth, OREOS, duh. Turns out Michael feeds her things from my List of Forbidden Foods while I'm away at Canton trying to earn enough money to buy my children organic food.
And of course, she likes them. Of COURSE. Doesn't everybody like crack I mean Oreos?
One by one, he's pulling all of my children over to the dark side. I'll be lucky if they ever drink carrot juice again...
So here's what baby Susie Joy has been up to at fifteen months:
- She's walking one or two steps at a time, but only when I'm NOT ready with the video camera. And only when it's her idea, not mine. My other two babies walked at 12-13 months, FYI. I've started asking her why she can't be good like her older sisters, because that's just good parenting, right there.
- I'm not worried that she isn't walking, in case you wondered. I remember from a brain development class in grad school that crawling is GOOD, and you want your babies to crawl a LONG time for optimal brain development. So she's just on her way to being brilliant, is all. And 16 months is average, right?
- I have no idea what she weighs, though I'm guessing she's under 20 pounds still. She's a little thing. My other babies? Off the chart for height; 75% for weight. NOT Susie. Though she is right on track for clothes size, wearing 12-18 months clothes and size 4 shoes. And she will be in a rear-facing car seat for many months to come.
- Her favorite foods? Hands down, breakfast. ANY breakfast food. She'll eat more biscuits and gravy than her dad, and even loves Trim Healthy Pancakes. Those ALWAYS get the big nod. And she LOVES chocolate milk.... another big adventure she and her dad had while I was away at Canton. I'm really ok with it; I joke about him feeding her less-than-organic food, but, hey,
everything in moderation, right? Scratch that. Everything but these five foods in moderation.
- She says a few words: mama, dada, Annie (usually she says nahnah), and Katie (who she calls Bahbo). She says Papaw, Pawpaw, and Nana. Also cracker, eat, thirsty (theethee), and uh-oh, usually right after she "accidentally" drops some rejected food off the high chair tray. There are others, but I'm drawing a blank right now.
- She has at least two more teeth coming in, which will make a total of 8 teeth. And teething is NOT pleasant for her, poor girl.
- She's still sleeping really good, usually 12-13 hours a night. Unless she's teething, then she will cry out a few times in the night. Or unless she's spending the night at Nana's, in which case she's learned how to 'work the system' REALLY early and con her Nana and Papaw into giving her whatever she wants, including 3am PARTAYS at the Ranch.
She's our joy and our treasure and I can't imagine life without her. She has her dada sufficiently wrapped around her tiny finger, too, which is quite hilarious to watch. Never thought I'd see the day, but he is WHOOPED.
Thank you, God, for giving her to us.
I'll be your best friend if you share my posts with your friends... Melissa Beene Taylor
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