Thursday, February 27, 2014
One Year Letter to Saoirse
Sushi, your first word was your beloved brother's name, Alden ("Ah-dah") and you first spoke it when you'd been around only five months. You've added some words since then, though only your family would recognize most of them. You are a lover of all things furry and big eyed, but you are particularly fond of dogs. Your language is clearest when you shout at "dah-GEES!"
Saoirse, you are a stuffed animal cuddler; you rock them, you hug them, you occasionally sing songs to them. The sweetness you display in your interactions with animals real and imaginary melts my heart. I think we will definitely need to get you a pet as soon as you are even close to ready.
Your favorite book is Doggies, by Sandra Boynton, followed closely by I Am a Bunny, the Ole Risom/Richard Scarry classic. You make the same noise for all animals, sort of halfway between a bark and a hoot. You also laugh like a villain, which you picked up from your big brother.
Speaking of Alden, I think he's your favorite person. When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you say is, "Ahdaa!" and, if he hasn't woken you, you look toward his room and shout again. This wakes him up and he comes bounding in, to your delight and then you have a snuggle. I have to admit that there were several months that I spent fretting over whether or not he was going to be a friendly brother to you, but once you started moving about, playing and making more word-like sounds, you won his heart. Your hugs and continual admiration probably also had something to do with it. You have a loyal companion in him and I am so grateful that you get along so well.
Peekaboo is still one of your favorite games, though we all now call it "Is." For you, everything is This, That, or, if it's uncertain or hidden, Is. You love to engage anyone around you, even strangers on the subway, though they tend to tire of the game and look away before you're finished playing, which confuses you. You lock eyes with me, one palm raised to the ceiling, as if to ask why the game ended so abruptly. It breaks my heart a little, though I definitely don't expect anyone to play Is for more than a minute.
At your one year checkup, you weighed 23 pounds and were 31 and 3/4 inches long. You are a tall lady. You have 7.5 teeth and love to try them out on everything, though you're particularly fond of meat (in almost any form), frozen wild blueberries, steamed broccoli and bunny party mix. We are much more relaxed about what you eat than we were with Alden. You've already eaten french fries and pizza enough times to know them by name and you love the occasional yogurt drink.
If asked any question, your answer is almost always, "Yusss" with a solemn, emphatic nod of the head. When you hear music, you sway side to side and sometimes clap. You used to do this funny little slinky shoulder move, which we all thought was hilarious. Sorry if we embarrassed you by laughing so much. If you bring it back, we will try to contain ourselves. Please bring it back.
You seem to be in no hurry to walk, though we know you can do it/could do it if you wanted. You have taken up to six steps, unassisted, but you're such a fast crawler (and your knee-walking is coming along nicely) that I think you get fed up with the slow, wobbly pace. No rush, it's still pretty cold out, but I am looking forward to watching you toddle around the park in the spring.
Siri, we love you so much. Happy birthday, baby girl.