Oy. Anyway. Up there in the top picture she's reading to Meow. In fact, pointing out the kitties and meowing. She talks so much. She's almost always game for repeating anything, and some words in her repertoire include:
Kula -- Akula is the dog next door. She is quite addicted to doggies and kitties.
Dodgie -- Dodger, another doggie next door.
Nana -- Nana is the Saint Bernard next door... also, banana, of course
churrees! -- cherries! This is almost always said with the exclamation marks...
strawbee -- strawberries
Hi-ya! -- higher!
Lub oo -- Love you
Boobie -- birdie
'Mon, Daddy! -- Come on, Daddy! or whoever
oo-a-me! -- Look at me! We hear this a lot, little show-off. It actually sounds quite like it, just less defined.
Ep me! -- Help me!
Sawee -- sorry, accompanied by much patting
Noona -- Nuala
Ban -- Bran
Owie -- owie, also what she calls her little friend, Ivy
Emma-ee -- her little friend Emily
Zheezus -- Jesus
Tan-tyu -- Thank you
Pees -- please
'Ere, Mama! -- Here, Mama! Anytime she's giving me something.
And loads of other stuff; she's a rather chatty little lass. She does the whole long-sentence-full-of-toddler-babble thing. That is pretty much the most adorable thing ever. I love when little ones do that. You know they're telling you something very real, but it's all just babble talk. And the whispering! She does whisper to me all the time, and it never fails to make me grin. Her tiny little hands pull my face into position and she fixes her big blue eyes on mine, only about two inches away. And she's so serious when she does it. I LOVE it. Also super cute, she usually laughs as her affirmative answer now:
Do you want this book, Maeve?
The hippo one?
She's always been a sunny, happy little babe, and she still is, though her tantrumy moments are increasing and she gets quite loud and frustrated quickly when she's trying to do something by herself and runs into problems. Like stuff all the diapers in a bag and one won't fit. Or buckle her booster seat straps herself. But overall, she's still our happy girl. She has a big "Hello!" or "Byyye!" or "Chau!" for everyone, and blows kisses like she's a movie star.
She loves to be with Bran and Nuala. She's on the trampoline with them, the tire swing, monkeying on the climbing dome... The big kids are wrestling, or playing with blocks? So's Maeve. She also doesn't hesitate to tell them off when they do something she doesn't like. She's small, but has a great set of lungs!
I can put cute little pigtails in her hair, which makes her look even more like a little girl and less like a baby, but so far she yanks them out immediately. And squirms like an eel while shrieking like a banshee while I'm putting them in. A little banshee-eel.
She's still nursing, and will usually give me a chance to discreetly whip 'em out by grabbing my finger and leading me resolutely over to a couch or something and then asking in a loud stage whisper: "Meemees, Mama?" If I take too long, she not-so-discreetly starts in with the demanding.
I don't have an official weight since her 12-month check up, but unofficially at home she still hovers somewhere around 21-pounds. She's a little thing, indeed. But super sure of herself climbing stairs and other stuff. She loves to push our big orange buckets around the kitchen, climb up, and rummage all over the counters. That's fun. She has a fondness for the silverware drawer, and can now unscrew lids. Such as the cinnamon jar lid. That's a great skill to have! Luckily she decided to just lick all the cinnamon off the top (pausing now and then to say, "hot!") and didn't turn it upside down.
Ah, but Maeve, I'll let you dump cinnamon everywhere if you agree to not grow up so fast! Deal?