Aria has never been to the doctor. She’s never really been sick that I can remember, so I’ve never had to take her in. She was born at home, and my midwife gave her the well-baby check a couple days afterwards (in my bedroom!) and so Aria has never been to a doctor’s office.
Right now when we say, “Where’s Ari?” she will come running into the room, pointing at her chest and saying, “Right here! Right here!”
At 20 months she still nurses at night and sometimes in the day for comfort. She calls “them” her “mommy-num-nums“
Right now her crib is alongside our bed, and it’s filled with clean clothes and laundry and such. She never — never — sleeps in it. In fact, if I even set her in it just for a second, she screams bloody-murder and is, quite frankly, very insulted that I dare put her into “the jail”. Instead, our bed is Aria’s bed. Or should I say her bed is our bed? Hmmmm. And I’m not really complaining. I love snuggling up next to her each night.
Aria can say her name perfectly: “Ar-eee-ya!”
For some reason, she HATES being put into her carseat. I mean, she will start screaming as soon as she feels me scooping her up to put her in. I can’t understand it. Out of all the kids, she is the one who has the BEST carseat. We have the Recaro carseat, and boy is it plush and comfortable. I don’t know if she just doesn’t like rear-facing when she sees all the other kids’ carseats are forward facing… or what her deal is, but she hates being put into that thing. Once she’s in it, though, she’s fine. As a matter of fact, she almost always falls asleep as soon as she gets into it. I can’t figure her out.
I can always tell when Aria falls asleep in the car…because she snores! Loudly. She doesn’t snore in bed. She only snores when she’s in her carseat.
When she hears the garage door opening, she looks at me and exclaims, “Oh! Dada!” and runs through the kitchen to the garage door…so excited to see her daddy. He will scoop her up, and she will bury her head into his neck and will wrap her arms around him and pats his back. He will say, “How’s my Butter Butt?” and she will lift her head, turn to look for me, and then she points to me and looks at Rich and she says, “MaMa!” (She always has to point me out for some reason, as if to say, “That’s my mom, over there.“)
And of course she does and says sooooo many other things. But I don’t want to write a book here. So I’ll end this post now, and just sum it up by saying that Aria makes me so happy, and I’m just enjoying her so much