Now we are four

Amelia has been getting her molars over the past week. She has had the same symptoms as when she was getting her front teeth (stuffed nose, copious snot during the day, a tougher time napping and a loss of appetite). This time around she also got red cheeks, poor thing. But overall she remained her happy self and only needed the occasional extra cuddle or hug. Not sure how many teeth she is getting because she won’t really let me look in her mouth. But, it is a safe bet that at least one is coming on each side (on the top) as I’ve managed to catch a glimpse of them.

She’s down to one nap a day that takes place usually between about 1-3:30 pm. It is generally about an hour and a half, but can be longer depending on how much energy she expends in the morning. Amelia is also constantly chatting to herself. It’s hilarious to hear her at night after we put her to bed. She practices saying her words to herself as a lullaby of sorts. She has so many new words it is hard to keep track. Today, for example, she had some of my chicken pita and when I asked her if she liked the tzatziki she said “ziki” right back at me. Over and over and over.

Amelia loves saying “no.” But she is also good at saying “yes” if she actually wants something. Most of the time she doesn’t say “no” unless she really means it, although she does test her boundaries once in a while. And she is very good at saying “please” and “thank you” without prompting.

At naptime she prefers having a book in her crib so she can read herself to sleep. These days the go-to book is Big Red Barn by Margaret Wise Brown. She prefers it almost every other. And she always says “Babu” when we get to the page with the cows, because she knows my Dad has cows in Vermont. In other animal-related news, if you ask her who lives with Uncle Dan, she will say “wwwooodeee” for “Rudy,” my brother’s dog.

Meanwhile, at the grocery store this morning I saw a young woman with a two-year old (in the cart) and a newborn (in a sling), and a huge cart filled with groceries. I was hoping she was going to have them delivered, but as I was leaving I saw her pushing the cart out to her car. I can’t really believe that’s going to be me in a couple of months. Of course I try my best not to take Amelia shopping unless it’s just to the local fruit/veg store or bakery. And I’m very lucky that Ian actually likes doing groceries (whereas I merely tolerate it). I hope she had someone to help her haul them into the house and put them away!