Mieke at One Year

Our littlest girl is one year old! I can hardly believe it. Poor thing was all snotty and tired for her party on Thursday. She whined when we tried to feed her cake. Awful parents!

Well, she's not walking yet but does take a couple of shuffling steps here and there.

Here's a portrait of Mieke at one:

Nicknames: Miss Mieke, Miek, the Miekster, Mieke-la, Mieke-pie

She's still about 25lbs and plenty rolly-polly although all the moving around is thinning her out a bit.

She is the happiest, most content baby ever. Annabel's teacher calls her "the baby of the world." And she really is. She makes you want to stop everything and just hold her or be with her in whatever exciting learning/eating/bathing moment she's engrossed in at the moment. We said she would be our Buddha baby, and one year in, she definitely is.

She loves bath time. Often, when she hears us start the bathwater, she will stop whatever she's doing, throw down her toy, and crawl just as fast as her little knees will carry her to the bathroom. Usually, Alexander and Annabel fight about who gets to be in the bath with her. About a week ago, she discovered Alexander's penis and had to use her pointer-finger to boing it until he finally had enough and called for help. "Maaaaamaaa! Mieke won't leave my piemel alone!"

The other thing that she gets really excited about is dogs. She hasn't been around too many, and I think big ones are exempt from this. But when we put her on the floor with a small dog, she goes crazy with delight. She squeals and claps and giggles, making all sorts of sounds we don't hear at any other time. She follows the dog around and is surprisingly gentle when she tries petting.

Mieke just recently learned how to give kisses. So, now when I say, "Kiss?" she will dive toward my face with her slobbery mouth wide open. If she really likes me, she'll have her tongue out. Oh, these days are so precious.

When Alexander was a baby, he used to nurse on one breast and place a proprietary hand on the other. Mieke has her own version of this. She whips up her foot and places it on my shoulder or chest, as if to say, "All this? It's mine!"

A few things about her emerging personality:

• So far she's very good at listening. We usually only have to tell her not to touch something a couple of times before she leaves it alone. Maybe she'll try again next week but often only halfheartedly. It makes baby-proofing really easy!
• She's a little builder. She's so interesting in learning how to stack and build. She hardly ever knocks over towers and is always trying to add to what the kids are building. And she can play with tiny Lego pieces for 10 minutes before it occurs to her to put them in her mouth.
• Loves to be outside
• Loves, loves, loves her big brother and sister...even when they are manhandling her and throwing things at her and knocking her down. She just laughs and thinks they are the greatest.

Zoo Lights!

Ooops! I wrote this in December but forgot to post it:

Every year we make a trip up to the Portland Zoo for their zoo lights display. It's really quite dazzling and the kids LOVE it. This year we brought along a couple of school friends, and the four kids ran from one light display to the next with shouts of joy and awe. 

The highlights, aside from the lights themselves, were the bats and the elephants. The bats were awake and active, "walking" along upside-down, fighting over food, and just being their creepy, batty selves.

In the elephant house, we had a good laugh. The mama elephant stood facing away. All we could see was her swaying backside. Her back was covered with sawdust, and there was straw and sawdust and large lumps of elephant poop scattered on the floor around her. Beneath her feet, lying on his side was the baby elephant.

"Do you see the baby elephant?" I asked the row of kids with their noses pressed to the glass.

"Ye-es!" they chorused.

"I see the baby elephant!" Annabel yelled. "And look! I see more baby elephants!"

"Where?" the other kids asked.

"There!" She pointed away from the mother and baby to the far side of the enclosure to the brown lumps lying on the floor.

"Those aren't baby elephants, Annabel," said her brother. "That's poop."

And then the boys started in on the poop jokes. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

Welcome 2014!

Happy New Year everyone!

Well, my prediction did not exactly come true. I can't really say that Mieke was walking by the end of the year. But on New Year's Eve she did take five steps. Five lurching, about-to-fall-over steps. But five steps nonetheless.

And she leaves 2013 behind with a total of four teeth. Two on top, two on bottom.

We celebrated the new year with two other families, games galore, and fondue. And I didn't hear one resolution all night. Alexander made it to midnight and beyond, but both Annabel and Mieke conked out early.

Happy New Year!