14 months

Yesterday, Anya turned 14 months old. She was sick and a handful to deal with, so I didn't get a chance to update until now.

Locomotion

Anya has graduated from walking to running sometime in the last few weeks. 'Nuff said there.

Speech

Well, anyone that spends a good amount of time with Anya knows that she is talking. If people ask me about her language development and I tell them, I don't think they believe me. Until she's in her "comfort zone" (at home or a place she goes often) and they spend a little time with her, then they believe me. She is going through her language explosion early. Three weeks ago, Chris and I made an attempt at inventorying her vocabulary. We counted 109 words. These are all words that she has said on her own multiple times (so, just repeating us doesn't count). We haven't counted since then, but guess she's at around 130 now. The freaky thing now is that she's just picking up words through osmosis. She'll hear someone say a word (not even talking to her) and it sticks. Aunt Linda was talking to Anya's cousin about a "choo choo", while Anya was playing in the room, seemingly not paying attention. A few minutes later, she found the toy and said "choo choo".

She is also putting 2 words together more often. Most commonly, it's in greeting form (hi kitty, hello Noah, bye Laika).

Admittedly, this talking thing is nice. It's easy to understand what she wants when she can just tell me.

Other Development

Bug is getting in 2 top molars now and I'm pretty sure another 2 on bottom. It's been painful for her, to the point where pain killers aren't necessarily helping very much. Poor thing was so miserable the other night. I wish they'd hurry up and come in all the way, because she's been pretty unhappy with life this last week. It doesn't help that she's also sick too. With all the snow over the last 2 weeks (meaning, not driving anywhere like the gym) and now her being sick, she's got a fair bit of cabin fever. I think we'd both like this week to be over.

Food

In typical toddler fashion, Anya is unpredictable with food. One week she loves food x, the next week we are obviously trying to poison her with it. Some weeks she eats a lot (so I worry she's going to be obese), some pretty much nothing (so I of course worry she's going to wither away and die). Recently, her favorites are roasted broccoli ("brockEEEEE!") and homemade soup ("SOO-puh"). Cheese (a longtime favorite) is apparently gross now. Who knows.