Time for Samantha’s 15 month update. She is coming along in leaps and bounds – well, not literally, not yet anyway. She has, however, developed a desire to climb. The latest accomplishment is climbing up into her high chair, at it’s highest setting. Of course, the higher she climbs, the harder she falls, and she does seem to be rather accident prone lately with lots of eggs on heads, a couple scrapes, and quite a bit of crying.
I hope it warms up at night soon, because Sam is rapidly growing out of her winter pyjamas, and is rather difficult at this time of year to buy more, given that the shops are now full of summer clothing. In fact, I’m about to go and buy her pyjamas for the summer to come, so I might get lucky and be able to get some bigger winter pyjamas on a clearance rack.
In an attempt to stave off temper tantrums that occur as a result of frustration, we have been teaching Sam as much baby sign language as we can manage, which she is taking in very quickly. It comes in very handy when she really wants something. Unfortunately, just because she can say that she wants a biscuit at breakfast time or after dinner doesn’t actually mean that she will get a biscuit, which still means a temper tantrum LOL. As well as biscuit, she knows and uses strawberry, more (better translated as “I want”), all finished (or “no”), food, swing, bed, water, milk (very similar to water), up, and she’s developed her own sign for cuddle. Her verbal skills are developing more slowly, but part of that will be because I’m not the most vocal person in the world. However, she does point at things and want to know what they’re called.
She is now running, and trying to jump. I put her on the couch the other day (which she’s just discovered is bouncy) and she got excited while watching Bananas in Pyjamas. Unfortunately, she bounced too close to the edge and quite literally bounced a somersault off the edge of the couch. All this crying breaks my heart, but the reason for the crying nearly always makes me excited for what she’s trying to accomplish.
Sammy feels it is her job to help us as much as possible, and while this is very useful in the laundry (she packs and unpacks the washing machine quite easily), it has become very un-useful in the kitchen. She helps unpack the clean dishwasher quite well, but she also “helps” unpack the dirty dishwasher, stops the dishwasher once it’s running (our next dishwasher will definitely have a child lock on the controls), turns the oven on and changes the thermostat temperature on the oven when it’s meant to be running. This can make running the household quite frustrating for both mum and dad, but it’s the hand we’ve been dealt, so we’ll deal with it.
While being a parent can be frustrating, it is also very rewarding with the giggle and smiles and love that a child lavishes on you. I certainly wouldn’t trade Samantha in for anything. God has appointed me to be Samantha’s mother until such time that He chooses for either one or both of us to leave this earth, and I’m okay with that. Okay, I will now cease attempting to end this blog on a good note, and leave you with a picture of Sam drawing with her crayons.
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