Maid Marian has turned one recently and is ready to attack the world with both hands. She's such a sunny little kid a majority of the time. Lots of fun to hang around!
She's pretty much always willing to do the cheesy poses. I can't remember if she put this hat on herself or if we staged it, but she loves having the camera in her face either way.
See! I will come closer now and show you my cuteness! Also can I have a bite of whatever you're eating please?
Again with the hats. I didn't realize we have multiple pictures of her in headgear but apparently that's how we've amused ourselves this summer.
She's not been wildly enthusiastic about making the transition from hand-fed by us to doing it herself. I could never get her to eat a banana, until I remembered a little guy I took care of years ago who refused to eat cut-up food. Sure enough, she's the same way. I mean really, who wants to eat broken food? It needs to be large so she can drag it home to her den and gnaw it to death. Clearly.
Uh, no thanks. Little pieces are for babies. I'm all grown up and I am far too cool for this stuff. But check out my snazzy accessories!
She loves being able to pull up and just come stand next to us if we're on the couch. She does that a lot while I feed one of the babies. Sometimes she wants to try to sneak a sip of the bottle she's no longer getting, and gives the most pathetic and dramatic lower lip when we tell her no. Anna says she's a graduate of a bad actress school for babies. It's so true. Or maybe soap operas in her future? Such overblown gestures and melodrama. I can't help but laugh at her every time.
She's also getting into the stage where suddenly things are scary that never were before. Highly suspicious of park swings, this one.
She's just full of life and love. So happy. I read an article somewhere on facebook (and of course now I can't find it anywhere) that talked about the shifting of balance in the way we talk to baby girls. There's been that whole thing where you're not supposed to start off by telling them they're pretty because then they think that defines them, and how we should focus on what they DO and who they ARE, not what they look like. All true. However, this particular article focused on a study that was done with dads and their daughters. It found that girls who had dads who regularly told them that they're beautiful ended up more confident in themselves and tended to believe it more. Even if they roll their eyes and say, "Oh come on dad, you're the only one who thinks so", there's a sub-conscious connection there that does super good things for their brains and the way their self-image is shaped.
Maid Marian's daddy, every single morning without fail when he drops off, tells her "daddy loves so you much baby girl, you're so beautiful. So beautiful." She smiles like the sun every time she hears it and it makes me all gushy inside. You can tell she's hearing it in her brain, not just her ears. Daddy thinks she's beautiful, and so she is. I love it so much.