Hayva is 11 months old (yesterday)! How is it my sweet girl will be turning one next month? Her little personality it bursting out the seems these days! She is everything mischievous, hilarious, spunky and feisty. She can play the shy card as well and will tuck her little face into my shoulder when someone she doesn’t know tries to make friends.
She isn’t eating hardly any solids. She squishes and throws everything I give her and is sold on trying to survive off her bottle for the time being. If it doesn’t get thrown with disgust to the floor, then it is used as hair and clothing accessories.
She went through an awful stage of ripping off her diaper every chance she got. I had to keep pants on her ALL the time or that thing didn’t have a chance. One afternoon I forgot to replace her shorts after a diaper change and 15 minutes later I was walking through the living room and came across a large wet spot on the floor and not far from it sat Hayva, naked and swinging her diaper over and around her head while she belly laughed.
Another not so glamorous diaper incident was when I went up to find her at 5am, in her crib, diaperless, with diarrhea everywhere. Everywhere. (She was teething and had a few days of it.) She was very happily sitting in the middle of it all splashing her hands in the mess and then rubbing them on her belly. Lovely. Thankfully after about a month of diaper ripping, she seems to have come to gripes with the fact that she’s got to wear the thing.
She gets into everything. The toilet. Trash. Daddy’s rodeo magazines. The kid’s art work. My Bible. She rips, eats and destroys everything in her path hahaha! I’ve had all the windows open this past week and several of our screens must not be very good because I’ve caught her eating bugs on several occasions.
She is loud and busy all the time. She will never just fall asleep on me when we are out if she’s exhausted. She squawks and climbers me like a wild monkey. Sunday mornings normally find me standing in the back of church. Bouncing, walking and basically being a human jungle gym. As I walk I pass at least two or three other moms with their kiddo (the same age as Hayva) sitting with their little ones all snuggled in sleeping. That is just not my child.
Hayva is giggly, all smiles all the time and just has an excitement about life that’s contagious. She literally bounces through her day and her bright blue eyes dance every time she catches me looking at her.
She and Laughter have a game where they crawl after each other through the downstairs of the house. I can’t seems to find a point to the game except their doesn’t seem to need a point. They just explode with laughter as they go round and round.
She has discovered my cookie cutter collection in one of my draws in the kitchen and unloading them all over the floor has provided hours of entertainment while I cook dinner and put away dishes. She takes great delight in pulling open the drawer, always glancing my way with that deep belly laugh like she wants to see if I’m going to let her get away with it. She’ll pull out each one, inspect it while talking to herself, sometimes she chews on one, before putting it on the floor and grabbing another.
Happy 11 months Hayva Joy!