Monday, July 2, 2012

The Cliche: Time Flies (When Everthing is a "First")

Dear Sophie,

Someday, you'll learn the cliche "time flies."  This cliche is often said when we grownups talk about our children.  Someday, you'll also learn that mommy dislikes the use of cliches (because they're overused and misused).  In this case, the cliche "time flies" is especially irksome because it is so heartbreakingly true.  It has been over a year since I last posted something in this blog.  Time flies and so much has happened.

Let's talk about all the "firsts" that have happened.

You first crawled on September 13, 2011, when you were 7 months old, and you first walked on January 12, 2012, when you 11 months old.

Your first word was "woof" at about 8 months old, and your second word following soon after was "Boo," as in "Blue" (the name of one of our cats) - only you couldn't say the "L."  Your third word sometime around your birthday was "baaa," which is what you dutifully remind us a sheep says whenever you see one.  Somewhere in that first year you also learned ball and "boon" (for balloon), both of which you go crazy about whenever you spot them (and you always spot them).  Of course, you also said dada and mama in your first year, but I was never certain when those changed from baby talk to real words.

The first time you got a full four hours of sleep at night was when you were two months old, and mommy and daddy were extremely grateful.  At three months old, you slept five hours straight.

When you were three months old, you could blow raspberries.  We have a darling video of you copying me.

Your first concert was on June 3, 2011, when you were almost four months old.  Mommy and Daddy took you to see Cake and the Mumford and Sons.  We almost didn't get you in - we learned that sometimes even babies need a ticket into a concert.  Someone was kind enough to give us an extra ticket so you could come in with us.  By the way, don't worry - we bought ear muffs to protect your little ear drums.  And you wore them.....most of the time.

You were five months old when you went on your first road trip (to the Reardon Family's Father's Day picnic in York, Nebraska).  You did very well - thanks to VeggieTales videos on the iPhone.

You were five months old when you went on your first flight!  You flew to San Diego on a non-stop flight from Kansas City so that you could celebrate with Grandma on her birthday.  You did very well - thanks to the nearby passengers who flirted back with you when you flirted with them.  The only time you cried was when I turned you around and you couldn't interact with the people behind us.

You also went on your first boat ride when you were five months old.  We went on a breakfast cruise aboard the San Diego Spirit, which took us on a three hour ride around the San Diego bay.  We noticed on that boat ride how much you liked listening and singing along with the on-board entertainment - a singer playing a guitar.

You went to your first Kansas City Royals game when you were six months old.  We have the "New Royals Fan" certificate and a little video as evidence.  Sadly, the Royals lost the game.

You were almost seven months old when you saw Gaelic Storm (one of Mommy and Daddy's favorite bands) for the first time.  This was also your first "meet and greet" - we stood in line after their concert at the Irish Festival at Crown Center.  We wanted Patrick, Twigger, and Peter to meet you.  You were a hit!

When you were nine months old, Daddy entered you into Happy Chick Photography's childrens model search contest, in which the winner would be determined by the number of "likes" on the photo.  You blew away all the other contestants with 112 "likes."  The closest competitor had 74 "likes."

Your first trip to the zoo was in October at nine months old, and we learned on that trip that you just might be allergic to something.  Your poor little eyes grew red and teary.  Cousin Lane, who was along with the visit, still managed to get you to smile and laugh, so we think you had a very nice time.

You tasted your first lumpia, that wonderful, traditional Filipino spring roll, in December at 10 months old, while visiting Mommy's cousin, Cheryl Pomainville Lemon, her two daughters Corrine and Kelela, your Great Auntie Judy and Great Uncle Kevin.  This trip was, by the way, your second time flying.  You flew to Las Vegas, where Cheryl lived at the time.

I can't remember when exactly you got your first tooth, but I think it was at about 5 or 6 months.  I have note, though, that you got your sixth tooth at about 10 months.  Those were rough nights whenever you had a tooth coming in.  Many times, Mommy and Daddy let you sleep with us so that we could cuddle the pain away.

The first time I realized just how stubborn or determined you could be was just before Christmas.  Daddy had bought a tambourine for you to have as a Christmas present.  He wrapped it up very nicely and put it under the tree.  One day, you decided to give that present a shake and discovered that it made sound.  Daddy and I didn't want to ruin the surprise by having you open it before Christmas Day, so we relocated it to spot on to of a "mountain" of other presents.  We left you momentarily with the Christmas tree, and when we returned, we found you climbing on top of the presents trying to reach that present.  We have a picture of that too!

I have more funny stories to tell, so I'll save those for the next post.

Love, love, love you!


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