Becoming Vivienne

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Warning: sorta braggy I-love-my-kid post

I knew that she would have an amazing and bold personality before she was even born.She is my child and a girl. There was really no doubt. Watching her blossom into her own little personality is amazing. She isn’t “like” anyone, more or less. She is Vivienne Annette. Of course she is influenced by her father and I because we created her and our parents created us. She also learns from people she comes  into contact with at school and church. She is well-loved. However, she is her own person. As we hit 16 months, I am beginning to see how true that really is.

Concentrating on getting something to her mouth.

Concentrating on getting something to her mouth.

My little girl is fantastic. {All future and previous comments are clearly biased, as I am her mother.} Each day she learns something new. I hate missing anything. Time away is becoming more painful for me. I understand that longing for her now. She is discovering the world and I don’t want to miss it. I love seeing her after work and spending our evenings together relaxing. She brings me comfort I didn’t know could exist. I love taking her new places to experience her reaction. Sometimes she surprises me. I think for sure she is going to love it and instead she withdraws. Or the opposite can always occur which is a glorious surprise. I love picking her up from Sunday School on Sunday mornings to hear what a blessing she was to her teachers or how much fun she had interacting with her church friends. She also has her favorite people. I know who they are, but I won’t tell you if you’re reading this and know her. Everyone means something different and are special to her in their own way. At school she visits her cousin in the baby room. I love how kind she is to the little babies. She covers them up and brings things to them. She has been doing this since she was around 6 months. I love seeing such pure kindness from her.

Here comes little koala, love this hoodie.

Here comes little koala, love this hoodie.

I am beginning to see the world through her eyes. I can’t wait to take her to the zoo to show her an elephant because she is a pro at making an elephant noise and lifting up her little arm like a trunk. I love seeing the look on her face as she takes off into the lake, shoes on, even after I informed he not to. (She came back for me to remove her shoes and socks.) She then went back in to wade in the muck. She wants to explore. She isn’t apprehensive about much of anything. She will get scared and let you know about it. She is slowly forming words that are understandable, but she always gets her point across.

Discovering wet ground and snails.

Discovering wet ground and snails.

For someone who doesn’t have a large vocabulary yet, she talks a lot! All the time. I am not quite sure what she is saying, but she is. It is a Vivi language. I have figured out some things. Other things I have absolutely no clue. It is fun to watch her study other people’s mouths as they talk. Once she gets the hang of it, I know there will be little to no silence in our home. I am ok with that. I am pretty sure Travis is, too. That way we can talk to each other. (Until she is too cool for dear ole mom.) I love that she loves to read. Every night we read together. She likes to have a book with her at all times as well. She see me reading and wants to take my book. Sometimes I read to her from whatever I am reading. And that laugh! She will laugh so hard she gives herself hiccups!

Finger painting time!

Finger painting time!

She is rough sometimes, like a tiny little linebacker. She crawls all over me like a mommy jungle gym. It’s painful, but I it’s fine while she is learning about touch. One night, while Travis was putting something away in her room, we were in there for some reason, he turned on her noise machine to just prepare her for bedtime. She turned on a dime and pushed Travis out-of-the-way to run out of the room. Later that night, she ran from both of us like she was caught between 3rd and home in the last inning of the world series. She gets the be crazy wild kid when she is tired. A manic mode. I know her moods. I recognize them. Travis doesn’t understand what it is like to cry uncontrollably to almost hyperventilation. Vivi can tend towards the dramatic sometimes. Once, when she was crying for some unknown reason, he asked he what noise she was making. She was sobbing. Really sobbing. Crazy, he had no idea what that was. I have some experience with crying, so I can help her with that as she grows. (I haven’t figured out how to stop crying, just dealing with it.)

Morning breakfast time. (This was a picture for Daddy on his first shift away.)

Morning breakfast time. (This was a picture for Daddy on his first shift away.)

Yesterday, when she was mad at me for not picking her up, she went to the kitchen and began to cry. I am assuming it is because we can’t see her in the kitchen. I am working on not rushing to her at the moment she begins to cry. I did what I needed to do, the reason I was not holding her, and went to investigate. She stopped the minute I got there. She followed me back out with some coaxing and we commenced with our family fun. We also conquered the tub, finally. She is definitely a strong-willed child. She is in charge or wants to feel in charge at all times. In a pervious post I explained how she was screaming for the entire bath process. I figured out that I had to let bath time be her idea. She had to wander in there and decide to get in. I let her get out when she wanted the first couple of days. Eventually, we were back to normal. However, she still doesn’t like to get her hair washed. I don’t blame her, don’t really either. She also started running around the house with just a towel on. OK, whatever, please don’t pee on anything, Viv. I would just clean it up. It would be better than screaming for 30 minutes. Her, not me. I do feel like screaming sometimes though.

Vivi picked out her ruby red shoes to go to church all by herself.

Vivi picked out her ruby-red shoes to go to church all by herself.

Breakfast time is still one of my favorite times. She cries in the morning when she first wakes up, I don’t think she is sure she wants to be awake, then she becomes the most pleasant child ever. She is happy and funny while we laugh through breakfast, that does take forever. We have to dress her in stages because she doesn’t like to get dressed in her room now. Usually I dress her on top of kitchen counters or things like that while we rush out the door because we took too long at breakfast. (She is a late sleeper.) On the weekends we can take longer. Sunday she picked out her first item of clothing. Ruby red sparkly flats that her Aunt Haley lent us when I had forgotten shoes one day. (She didn’t have dressy shoes, although she does like to be barefoot.) She told me, “No,” to the black shoes that matched. She walked over to her shoe bin and brought back the red ones. She also brought back pink socks. So far, pink seems to be her favorite color. She also seems to really like princesses. Yet, at the same time, she loves to get messy outside and her favorite books are about animals, farm animals…cows.

Chalk with Daddy, she adores him.

Chalk with Daddy, she adores him.

She has a smile that just makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. She truly seems interested in other people. She doesn’t just go to anyone, but she takes notice and will greet you. She is expressive and exciting. My job as Vivienne’s mom is to follow her while she discovers the world. It is the most amazing job I have ever had. I understand what Jesus meant when he said to have faith like a child. It is exciting and new. I hope to have that everyday. As for being a mom, it’s amazing and amazingly hard at the same time. As I finish this post, I listen to her cry because she does not want to go to sleep even though it is bedtime and she is exhausted. I love her more than words and I want to explain it all and for her to understand. That takes time. Everything good, takes time.

 

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