This image has absolutely nothing to do with this post. I just love that
she’s got her hands in her pockets. Too cute! Now without further ado…
Aisha and I were in the living room this morning, waiting for her papa to come pick her up. She was munching a cracker and watching Bubble Guppies when I sneezed – a big ol’ loud and blustery “AhhhhhCHOOOOOOO!”
The girl, face and mouth full of crumbs, turned to me and said, “Bless you!” in her best Baba-speak, before fixing her gaze on the television once more.
I sat and stared at the back of her head for a few minutes, goofy grin plastered on my face. I was partly amused, partly in disbelief over what I’d just heard. My baby girl is talking! Read more ›
it’s a long way down…
Since the year began, Aisha’s been literally moving in leaps and bounds, from standing to walking and pushing herself into a standing position from a seated one. And yes, in that very order. And no, she still doesn’t know how to crawl. There is no rhyme or reason to the girl; she just bes who she be.
Even though she’s far more surefooted as a walker, she’s been giving the stairs a wide berth. The staircase is curved, steep and plentiful – and from her vantage point, they prolly also seem like an awful lot of work. Aisha very much dislikes a challenge (she’s definitely her father’s child Read more ›
Was in the shower t’other day, thinking about how completely uneventful 2015 was for me, and how I’d like to do things differently for the New Year. And then I found myself feeling guilty for not celebrating the year my girl had, because, Down Syndrome be damned, the kid knocked it out of the fricking park in twenty-fifteen.
A recap of sorts. Aisha (in no particular order):
Turned one. Started feeding herself. Drank from a straw. Held her bottle on her own. Learned to push herself from prone into a seated position. Started daycare. Learned to say “hi,” “bye,” and “Aisha.” Can act out the entire words to “The Wheels on the Bus.” Read more ›