Twelve Months of Julia

I’m finishing up Julia’s monthly updates a month late. I already notice her hair is longer, she’s much more steady on her feet, her face is thinner, and she’s even more aware of her surroundings than she was in these pictures. These pictures that I only took a few weeks ago! This little girl held my hand and walked into her daycare classroom this morning. She waved and said “hi” to her teachers when she saw them. She smiles and interacts with people like a big toddler would, not a little baby! Her vocabulary (which is only about 10 words, but still) amazes me! She’s the cutest little peanut we could have ever asked for. 

There are so many words I could use to describe her. Happy. Friendly. Cuddly. Smiley. Excitable. Loving. Giddy. Hungry. She has so many amazing qualities wrapped up in that little body of hers and watching them grow and develop is going to be the most amazing gift in the coming years! 

I thought Mitchell was an easy baby, but she’s got to be one of the easiest ones around too. If she’s hungry, feed her. If she’s still cranky, put her in her crib and she goes to sleep, no problem. That’s pretty much the extent of any instructions we give to her teachers or her sitters. She loves getting into the bathtub, but after about 30 seconds, she’s over it. She’s started pulling off her headbands in her hair (no!), but we’re moving into the bow phase. Her cute little Christmas boots make her look so grown-up, I can’t stand it. She’s a walker, not a crawler now. She’s not as attached to the pacifier or the bottle as Mitchell was, and knowing we’re still weaning him off of both of these, I’m not forcing her on them. She is a rolly polly and is in the impossible diaper changing phase. She sleeps 14 hours at night if we let her, but her naps are only about two hours. Not quite as good of a napper as her brother. Her smile lights up a room and you can’t look at her and not love her. It’s impossible. 

The favorite part of any of my days is daycare pick-up. Hands down. It’s the best gift every day getting to see their excitement and bring them home with me to cuddle up and love on. I always pick up Julia first, because it’s easiest. She throws whatever toy she has in hand and crawls (and now walks!) as fast as she can to me, squealing like a little pig, and throws her hands up in the air for me to pick her up. She opens and closes her little chubby hand to wave goodbye to her teachers. She stands up while I put her coat on, and tries to hold her backpack all by herself as we walk to Mitchell’s classroom. Now that she’s standing, I set her down in Mitchell’s classroom so he can give her a big old bear hug. Because he misses her and loves her right up the second he sees her. If she’s lucky, she gets a smooch on the cheek as he exclaims, “Sissy, mama! Sissy!” More pig squealing from Julia. These two make my heart soar with love and I am more happy in ever with our 18 month age gap. The best. 

Her daycare teacher said she gave everyone in the classroom nicknames this week, and she named Julia “Little Explorer.” It made me smile. It’s so accurate and adorable. She’s trying to keep up with that big brother of hers and she’s doing a pretty darn good job. 

I love that hair of hers so much. She gets so many compliments, but I can’t take any credit! I love that it’s exactly like her Daddy’s. So soft and that perfect shade of red. It’s starting to get crazy and curly, and I hope it never changes. And those blue, blue eyes. I think they’re here to stay. 

I would make a list of her favorite foods, but she eats any and everything. The only thing I’ve discovered she doesn’t like is hummus. Can’t say I blame her either. 

That toothy grin. I couldn’t describe how much I love her in words. This family of mine is the biggest blessing I could ever imagine. God blows my mind and my heart with how good He is. Can I take a minute to throw the lyrics of one of my favorite songs right now? 

Oh, I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think you’re like
But I’ve heard the tender whisper of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that you’re pleased
And that I’m never alone

You’re a Good, Good Father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am

Oh, and I’ve seen many searching for answers far and wide
But I know we’re all searching
For answers only you provide
Cause you know just what we need
Before we say a word

You’re a Good, Good Father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am

Cause you are perfect in all of your ways
You are perfect in all of your ways
You are perfect in all of your ways to us

You are perfect in all of your ways
You are perfect in all of your ways
You are perfect in all of your ways to us

Oh, it’s love so undeniable
I, I can hardly speak
Peace so unexplainable
I, I can hardly think

Chris Tomlin really puts my feelings into words there. If you haven’t heard this song, give it a listen. Let all the glory be to God to this little red-headed blessing of ours. 

This is about the time I wrapped up Mitchell’s developmental posts too. Not that I need a monthly post to keep you updated, because I obviously enjoy taking too many pictures and rambling about my children. It’s crazy how fast things change. And now I’m so grateful I carry my camera everywhere and I whipped it out in the lobby of Mitchell’s speech therapy during his 30 minute weekly appointment to take these pictures. (Never would have guessed, would you? 🙂 Until her 18 month post, my friends. Julia says thanks for reading! 🙂 

Coming soon – all kinds of activities going on around here. Sledding and skating and swimming and snuggling and friends are the themes for our weekend! Happy Friday! (And even happier for me, because it’s my three day weekend!) 

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