13-And 14-Months Old

Dear Zoë,

As I told your brother in his latest letter, you will come to learn that your mother often believes she is capable of doing it all and..well sadly I am only human and I often run out of time.  So, here I sit 3 days after you have turned 14-months-old trying to cram two months of your amazingness into one letter at nearly midnight. 

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You have grown and changed so much over the last two monts.  Shortly after your first birthday you began walking.  It took about 10 days for walking to become your preferred method of transportation–since then you haven’t stopped going.  It has been amazing seeing you grow and change. 

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You follow your brother around like a little puppy and try to do everything he does.  He jumps off the couch–you are pretty sure that you can jump off of the couch too.  You are fearless and nothing stops you.  It is fun to watch and a little scary.  You are growing more independent–you decided that you no longer care to be fed.  You must use the fork or spoon yourself–it is quite messy and ineffective as your motor skills are not quite what they need to be to feed yourself.  There are times when you don’t object to being fed and I enjoy being allowed to feed you. 

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Your first Thanksgiving–okay well not your first thanksgiving–but your first Thanksgiving with us and the first one you got to participate in–as Ethiopia obviously doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving.  You ate and had a good time.  It was certainly one more thing your father and I are thankful for. 

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Your personality continues to emerge and I have to say that you are a pretty funny little girl.  You are also a little needier than Noah was.  Not that I am complaining–you like to be held more and you are a bit more of a snuggler.  It’s really nice.  You are beginning to talk and have words for banana (manna) which is currently your favorite food.  Every time I walk you past the fruit bowl you reach out for one.  You can also sign “more” when asked and you are attempting to say more (mar).  You are good with the “m” sound but have yet to say daddy or any thing relatively close. 

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You are a ray of sunshine–and an awesome sleeper–who smiles that wonderful scrunchy face smile and makes me giggle.  I look so forward to what will come next with you.  Keep growing.  Keep changing and keep smiling. 

Love you baby girl,

Mommy

Quick Status Update

MIL is arriving in just over two hours.  House is clean–need to put sheets on her bed. 

Zoë is walking–not too far but can walk across a room.  She has also slept through the night every nigt this week.  I am hoping this will remain the status quo. 

Going to see Twilight tonight.  Yes, I know it is not going to be some great cinematic genius film, but I love Edward and can’t wait to see the movie.  Yay! Girls night.

I am getting a lot better at Zoë’s hair.  I have been doing it every day so that she starts to get use to the pulling, etc.  I have been working with different things to make her hair “pretty.”   I have some small clips but the teeth on them are sharp and were cutting the elastics and so I have moved on to little scrunchie type things.  I need to get some clips that don’t have teeth.  If you can point me in the right direction let me know. 

The First Hairstyle

I have no experience with doing my Ethiopian kids’ hair.  Noah has great hair and by great I mean easy–it is loose curls and soft hair.  I haven’t had to style it much other than putting in hair milk daily.  His hair is certainly long enough for braids but I have resisted because he already gets mistaken for a girl all the time that I think braids just might make him look a little more girlish.  Zoë has great hair in that it is thick but it poses more of a challenge for me.  It is super curly and the curls are super tight.  I am amazed when wet how long her hair is as opposed to when it’s dry.  So, I decided it was time to do something with her hair aside from the baby afro she has been rocking–with style of course. 

Well, let me start by saying little ones don’t want to sit and they certainly don’t want to have their hair done.  We didn’t get too far and it wasn’t too long in–two ponies–that she decided she was done and began trying to physically remove my hand from her head.  It was difficult and it was my first try, but she looks so cute with her hair done. 

I will start looking into places to have her hair done and to get some pointers on how to do it more effectively.  I have to say I am pretty happy with my first try and am looking forward to getting to do it more and to become more confident.  So, those of yo fell moms of African/African American/Ethiopian, etc children have any great tips, advice on products, etc.  Please send them this way.  I know know that I am suppose to put some sort of wax/cream on her hair after it is in these box ponies but I have no idea.  So, please advise.

12-Months And 1 Day Old

Dearest Zoë,

Yesterday you turned one.  I know you are now a whole number instead of parts of a month.  Of course for the coming year, your age will be marked in months.  Who am i kidding.  Your age will be marked in months until I decide to stop writing these letters to you.  I could sadly decide to stop them as quickly as I decided they need to be written.  If you like these letters you owe a huge debt of gratitude to Heather.  I stole the idea from her and when I did, I have to say I didn’t really think how quickly a month passes and because you and your brother have birthdays that are close in number, I feel like I am just cycling through writing letters.  But they are awesome ways to remember what is going on in your life. 

You are one and I just can’t believe it.  The time has gone so fast.  Yesterday caught me thinking a great deal about your Ethiopian mother and how bittersweet the day must have been for her.  To finally get to hold you in her arms after nurturing you in her womb for 40 weeks (give or take).  To see your face and to know that she could not keep you–this will be something we talk about often as we remember the brave and courageous choice she made.  I know in my heart that she loved you greatly.  She has given us the greatest gift of all–the gift of life. Without her you would not be part of our family.  I can see her in you and know that she must have been a beautiful person.  I too thought and think of your Ethiopian father.  As the case with adoption and often international adoption the biological father is overlooked.  So many questions left unanswered.  We will work through it all together.

You had your first birthday party and I have to say you enjoyed it.  You loved having people play with you–you didn’t pay much attention to the presents–most of which were clothes, aside from the cermaic Jonathon Adler Squirrel ring box that your uncle’s Jay and Curt gave you.  Because every girl needs one.  You ate cake and smashed it all over your face.  It was fun, but made mom realize birthday parties are too much work and even though it is nice to have the extended family over for the party and who doesn’t like presents, its too much work and so from here on out we may just do small immediate family parties. 

You still aren’t walking, but you are so close.  You’ll stand on your own and rock back and forth, you just haven’t developed the bravery or confidence to try and move those feet.  You’ll walk with me holding on to only one finger, but the minute we lose touch you drop to your butt and crawl.  This strikes me as odd only because you are a bit of a daredevil.  You are a climber–you climb on everything.  You’ll be walking soon, even though I was pretty positive that you would be walking already.  I am not rushing you–take your time baby.

You are developing so well.  You are very different from your brother though.  I know I shouldn’t compare but it’s hard not to.  I do it not for competition reasons–I promise.  This past month was a busy month for you–you went to your first pumpkin patch, had your first sleepover at Grandpa Mike and Grandma Lori’s house, you celebrated your first halloween and you traveled home from a foreign country.  Hard to believe that is was only a month ago that we returned from St. Maarten.  It seems like a life time.  Part of that is because you are a non-stop ball of energy.  There is no stopping  you. You go and go and go until I think you have hit  your limit and then you keep going. 

Your smile is bright and you smile big with both your mouth and eyes.  You still are goofy in love with your daddy and are starting to exert yourself with your brother.  You scream at him when he pisses you off by pushing you out of the way.  It’s pretty cute.  You are laid back and a little mellow but mostly you just go.  You are an awesome little girl and have a beautiful personality.  I am excited about seeing it develop. 

Love you,

Mommy

Let The Madness Begin

Well, it’s that time of year again.  NaBloPoMo.  I know, you are thinking…don’t you have enough crap going on in your life Dawn.  Do you really need to torture yourself by posting every day. 

I know.  But I did it last year and I succeeded.  I am looking forward to having a goal that I just might be able to complete.  We’ll see how it goes. 

Today we had Zoë’s first birthday party.  It was a lot of work and a lot for fun.  I’ll post more about tomorrow but wanted to make sure that I got today’s post in.  Oh, and here’s a pic of the birthday girl enjoying her cake…she dove right in.