Cedar loves: adrenaline. She loves the feeling of falling. She likes to be thrown very high into the air, slung onto my back for wrapping, spun in circles, and playfully frightened. She has mastered one of the playground slides and can go up the stairs and down the slide by herself (982 times). She’s a big fan of food and pretty much eats all day long. And last week, she learned to tote stools around to reach high places. A whole new world of mischief opened up.
Cedar hates: baby containers. She screams in terror when placed in contraptions. No playground baby swings, kelty backpack carriers, wagons, strollers, most high-chairs, etc. I’m not sure why it is so scary to her. She loves being worn in close-to-the-body carriers. She hates when I leave her and she is very suspicious about it. When we arrive at new places, there is clinging and digging in of fingernails until she is convinced I’m not leaving. Then she’ll run from me and find something (dangerous) to explore.
Mommy loves: Cedar’s most-used words “thank-you” and “uh-oh.” Both said with great solemnity. Cedar pats me on the shoulder, gives open-mouthed kisses. She laughs exuberant belly-laughs. She has a very definitive nod for “yes” and “no.”
Mommy struggles with: her velociraptor scream. shopping with Cedar–it is impossible. Her refusal to stay with anyone other than Scott without screaming. Her hair. We’re talking CRAZY matted up hair. Cedar also removes her diaper. Any chance she gets.
She has four teeth. But considering her nursing frequency (addiction) these past few days, I would guess another is on the way.
She weighs 20 lbs.
Her favorite toys: cell phones, dress-up items, dolls, my dishes.
She sings Bob Marley’s “Buffalo Soldier.”
She likes to squat over small containers and pee on them (see above item about removing her diaper). So we bought her this potty. So far, no success with that.
Here she is standing on a table with diaper half-off playing with markers. This was around 11 months. Danger+bare bum+mischief=success!