Long time no write! You’ll be happy to know that Eric and I made our book bar date happen (mentioned here) and we HIGHLY recommend it. But this post isn’t about that. I thought it’d be fun to catch up on Emily’s day-to-day (like this post and this post of yore). She is constantly changing, a little redheaded blur that buzzes past me and is on to the next thing before I can capture the thing she just did. So here’s a peak into RIGHT NOW–a time capsule if you will–before she wakes up in the morning and changes all over again.
P.S. There’s a recipe for Pineapple Upside-Down Cake at the end…because I can’t help myself.
My midafternoon smoothie companion: Proudly making messes daily
Sixteen months is learning something new every day. EVERY DAY. Sixteen months is running through the house, although sometimes I wish you wouldn’t. Hence sixteen months is also full of falls and scratched-up knees, which almost never slow you down. Sixteen months is a handful of spoken words (mama, dadada, woof, Ga for Garfield, uh-oh…The Important Stuff), a couple of signs (more and all done), and what seems like an unlimited vocabulary of words that you know and respond to accordingly. Sixteen months is also pointing…and often pointing and screaming.
Every backyard needs a “Little Mermaid”
Sixteen months is afternoon dips in the backyard splash pool and sprinklers, and an insane amount of fun at the Valley’s many splash pads. Sixteen months is discovering that the AJ’s fountain makes a decent splash pad in a pinch (and why Mommy met her friend there without you the other week). Sixteen months is making friends and figuring out how to interact and play with the little people you see regularly. Sixteen months is knocking over another redhead when you randomly decided to give her a hug (but don’t worry–it scared you way more than her) and holding hands with a Valentine birthday twin at the aforementioned splash pad. Sixteen months is sharing toys (most of the time, anyway) and occasionally hitting another kid on the head with one of them.
A sticky situation: Please sign here, here, here and here.
Sixteen months is tantrums. Tantrums when we take something away from you. Tantrums when we tell you no. Tantrums when you’re overtired. Daddy calls them NBA flops. Sixteen months is doing almost anything to snap said toddler out of tantrum (getting on all fours and barking like a dog usually works…so do cookies). Thankfully, sixteen months is also full of “Happy Hours.” No, not that happy hour, although there’s plenty of those for Mom and Dad after bedtime (may I suggest KBC Blueberry Wheat Ale this summer?), but the magical 5 o’clock hour where no matter the day you’ve had, you turn into the happiest, silliest, hyper little girl for the home stretch of your day–standing on your head, trying to get us to chase you, basically having the time of your life. This is such a welcome change from the witching hour that used to take place at this time. Thank you for that.
Big girl car seat = no nap transfers (but still grateful for an extra nap wherever and whenever and however I get it).
Sixteen months is dropping a nap, but luckily sweet 16 still means a solid 12 hours of sleep. Sixteen months is hugs. Arms-wide-open-and-coming-at-you hugs. For Mom. For Dad. For grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles. Even for other moms who invite you over for playdates. Sixteen months is still sucking on your left two fingers to help you drift off to dreamland (whatever does the trick) and wearing a size XL SleepSack…and destroying one of them at 15 months when you decided it would be more fun to smear Vaseline ALL OVER IT instead of taking your afternoon nap.
THIS is the face of 16 months
Sixteen months is nonsensical sentences that make perfect sense to you and to your dolls and stuffed toys. Sixteen months is the beginning of make-believe play–especially feeding your toys and changing their diapers (you will make an excellent mother someday). Sixteen months is feeding yourself with a spoon–something you did the very first time we fed you solids–but now masterfully feeding yourself Cheerios, applesauce, yogurt, and most recently an ENTIRE SCOOP of ice cream. Sixteen months is messes. Lots and lots and LOTS of messes. In part because sixteen months also means tossing your food overboard when you’re through. Sixteen months is also googling “how to get Play-Doh out of carpet.”
Daddy’s Little Helper
Sixteen months is helping unload the dishwasher (and having mild heart attacks when you hand me something breakable), standing on your stepstool to load the washing machine dirty sock by dirty sock (it’s a slooooooow process), fetching the newspaper and putting it on the kitchen table, and even picking up and throwing away trash. Sixteen months is imitating face washing, putting on makeup, brushing your teeth (which I actually wish you would do) and trying on my shoes.
Taking selfies to pass the time…Emily thinks this is HILARIOUS.
Sixteen months is Mom and Dad thinking about spending our first night (or two) away if a willing grandparent would pretty pretty please watch you (#shesnotsobad). Sixteen months is balancing some side work with being a playgroup captain…and (most days) feeling like I can have my cake and eat it too. Sixteen months is beaming with pride each time you do or say or discover something new. Sixteen months is as sweet as can be–and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And so, let’s eat cake!
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Guess who made this cake to celebrate a made-up holiday from my childhood?? Now THAT’S sweet. ;-)
2 tablespoons butter
1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1 8-ounce can pineapple slices, drained and halved (we used fresh-cut square chunks)
4 maraschino cherries, halved
1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup granulated sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
2/3 cup milk
1/4 cup butter, softned
1 teaspoon vanilla
Melt 2 tablespoons butter in a 9-inch round cake pan. Stir in brown sugar and 1 tablespoon water. Arrange pineapples and cherries in pan. Set aside.
In a medium bowl, stir together flour, sugar and baking powder. Add milk, 1/4 cup butter, egg and vanilla. Beat with an electric mixer on low to medium speed until combined. Spoon batter over fruit and bake for 30 to 35 minutes or until a knife inserted into the center comes out clean. Cool in pan for 5 minutes, then invert onto a serving plate. Serve warm.
From Better Homes and Gardens
Psst! Feel like a trip down memory lane? Here’s are similar-ish posts from one month, two months, six months, ten months and one year.
Tags: Cakes, Dessert, Parenthood, Summer