I love this picture because of her buck teeth. I was soooo freaked out when those two front teeth came in and they were humungous. Then the rest of her teeth came, and the front ones didn't look so bad after all. They're pretty great teeth, actually (thank you, Husband.) Plus, they're adorable. And you can see her beloved bunny in her hand.
Behind all the cuteness is an often-messy little girl giving lots of hugs.
Libby was two months old for her first Christmas, so last year was really her first. First that she was aware of, anyway.
I called this her "first" haircut, but really.. her hair was somewhat of a disaster area from birth, so her baby mohawk and mullet had already been trimmed once or twice before I evened things out for this photo:
She began walking at 9 months, so she was well into it by her first birthday, and delighted us (and the whole ward) with running up to the pulpit every other minute for all of sacrament meeting.
She began nursery a little early. In the LDS church, babies/toddlers start nursery at 18 months old. Personally, I think they should start when they acquire the ability to run like mad and keep mom and dad from hearing a word of what's going on in Sunday school and Priesthood/Relief Society. When you walk at 9 months, you run like at 12, and that leaves 6 months of craziness at church-- for all three hours-- unless the nursery leaders take pity on you and accept your wild thing a little sooner. Thanks, friends. Much appreciated!
So glad we're done with that stage. Well...? Done? It's just a different kind of game now...About halfway through her second year, I made the call and weaned my baby. I was so conflicted about this decision. When I'd call her over to nurse, she'd climb up on my lap and giggle excitedly while she waited. It was the sweetest thing in the world. I am 100% in support of extended breastfeeding. But I needed a break after something like 3.5 years of being pregnant, nursing, or both. I wanted a few months to myself before trying for #3. We did it slowly and gently, and she handled it great. All was well.
Warm weather is so fun with little ones! Libs got great at climbing playground equipment meant for much older children and freaking out everyone around her.
She's really good at freaking out adults who don't spend a lot of time around her, and constantly think she's going to plummet to her death any minute. Really, I watch this little daredevil all the time. She's capable of a lot, and while she went through a phase of bonking her head on everything all the time, she made it through that with just one set of stitches and no concussions. And she has a lot of confidence in her abilities as a result.
I love this picture of my Libby covered in dirt. That's pretty much how we spent April-September.
We travelled across the country and spent 6 weeks at Grammies this summer, and the girls loved it. They love their New Hampshire family: Grammie & Grampa Jack, who she lovingly calls 'Bangy' and 'Pa-Ka', Grampa Gene (Pa-Ka Gene), lots of aunts and uncles, and cousins EJ & Ari, Elizabeth, and Keelia.
She loved the ocean, and all the swimming we got to do!
Fall has been a little bit of blur of moving into a new house, holidays, and right now, re-sleep training.
When Liberty was 5 months and began to army crawl (I know, right?), she wouldn't sit still to nurse, so I gave her the bunny. It had been a shower gift when I was pregnant with Verity, but since Verity never really attached to anything, we gave it to Libs. And she loved it. She would never nurse or fall asleep without it. She's had that little pink.. errrr... not-so-pink-anymore... little bunny for a long time now! We've started limiting how much she can take it out places with her, since we've had so many bunny-related disasters. But that's for another post altogether. Because the bunny saga is kinda hilarious.People often comment on the following four things:
1: Libby's speech
2: Libby's noise and energy levels
3: Libby's fearlessness in physical activity
4: Libby's curly blonde hair
She really does speak remarkably well for her age. Verity was always ahead of the curve on these things, but I think having an older sister to talk to and play with helped her a lot. By age two, our pediatrician says, he likes to see kids able to put two short words together. Libby uses 7-8 word sentences and 4 syllable words. I wish I could take credit for this (for parental bragging rights, you know... lol), but I attribute a lot of it to interactions with her sister, and the fact that I don't do baby talk.
It doesn't feel natural to me to talk in a high, squeaky, voice and use incorrect grammar and baby phrases, so I don't do it. I talk to my babies like I talk to adults. That's how they learn to speak. Verity has some perfectionistic tendencies, and while she spoke early, she focused on doing so very clearly. It makes her a great example to learn from!
And while we read a lot in this house, Libby really only started to sit still for an actual book a couple of months ago. So can't really take credit for reading to her lots to influence her speech development. Cause the kid would never freaking sit still.
Libby is loud. She has an adorable, slightly-raspy little voice that squeaks a lot, and always sounds just a little bit hoarse. Sometimes, her noisiness is annoying. Poor thing... she tries our patience. A lot.
She never stops moving. Running around. Climbing on everything. Jumping off stuff. Freaking out everyone around her (except usually me, since I'm used to it). I substituted in nursery at church the past few weeks and found the other two girls playing quietly with dolls and sharing toys, while Libby ran around with monster trucks with the boys. Crashing trucks into each other, jumping off the slide. Going down it backward. Rough housing..
She has the emotions of a little girl and the energy of a little boy.
Heaven help me with this one...
People often ask where she gets her curls. The answer is, from her dad's side. Although Husband's curls didn't emerge until about age 12, and have all but disappeared since we got married, the genes are there. She got them in full force and I love it. Her sister looks so much like my side of the family, it's nice that Libby looks like such a Judd. I love her soft, bouncy blonde curls.
She is wild and crazy, loving and cuddly. She'll try almost anything I put on the table (I love this about her). She loves her sister and misses her on the rare occasion they're apart. She loves dirt. She loves to laugh and squeal-- literally everything is a game to her. She is 100% all about fun. She doesn't care for sleep. She doesn't see the point in obedience (because, what fun is that?!). She loves people. She's waaaay too comfortable with strangers. She loves her bunny and her quilt. She loves to run. She is hilarious.
We love you, little Liberty!