Madeline is my second daughter. I love her little (well, BIG) personality. Her smiles. Her laugh. Her loud voice. Her fearless approach to everything. The fact that she is a people person, yes, at age 1 1/2, I can already tell. She says hello and good-bye to everyone. Everyone we see. Even dogs. When she speaks, she speaks with so much gusto! “No!” “Balloon!” “Mine!” “Ball!” “Flower!” And her current favorite thing to say, “ELMO!” She amazes me.
It’s so funny how much more relaxed we are with daughter #2. With Phoebe, my first, I was crazy. I was paranoid about everything. I sterilized everything she touched. Twice. I was meticulous with thoroughly cleaning the 8 pieces that made up her bottle. I couldn’t sleep at night, listening and reacting to her every move and sound. I reacted every time she fell down and hurt herself, not knowing how to do the play-it-off thing so they don’t actually realize that they just hurt themselves in hopes that there would be no tears or drama. I’m still learning everyday but I have come a long way.
They say the second child develops faster than the first because he/she is looking up to their big brother or sister. Copying their every move. Listening, watching, learning, observing. . Madeline could hold a crayon or marker the right way from age 1. Shocked the hell out of me. She’s gifted like that. Hey, it’s the little things right?
She loves looking at books and can recognize/identify and say four letters of the alphabet: A, B, C and D. Probably because they are the first four letters of the alphabet and we read her ABC book a million times a day and she is obsessed with the ABC song and anything ABC related on Sesame Street. Now, only if we could get her to actually sit on that damn plastic potty. The only one using it is her scary naked baby doll. . and it freaks me out every time I walk into the bathroom.