Today I had one of those really strange moments where one little change means that nothing will be the same. You know - the ones that hit you with surprise and clarity and probably seem a little more boggling because you were up three times in the night.
I took the kids to Mom's Group. The big kids play downstairs, and the babies play on their moms' laps upstairs. So Sam goes downstairs and Vava sticks with me. Except today, Sam asked if Vava could play with him. No no, I told him, babies play upstairs. And then Sam brings toys upstairs to play with Vava, and she picks up a truck and goes brrrm brrrm and pushes it down the hallway, and sits at the top of the stairs. So we take Sam downstairs again, and Vava sees a Little People play house and she's smitten. She starts playing right away. I wait a bit, pause, walk away, and she doesn't look up. The last thing I see before going upstairs is Vava kneeling in front of the house like a big kid, carefully putting toy people into the rooms.
And then all the other big things she's been doing lately really hit me - she's been asking for her bottle and soother with words, not cries ("gwink" and "footh"). She and Sam have been playing pretty independently, with less interference from me. She's been taking steps across the living room, when no arms are open to catch her. She's feeding herself solids with very little (no?) guidance. It's not so much that these are big steps for a 12-month-old, but I guess I haven't been paying much attention to the fact that she's growing up ... and it just hit me as a really big surprise that she's so capable and independent.
I love my Vava-bell.