This picture isn't even from today, but it's the only semi-decent one of Ivy lately. Ivy, who is 20 months old now—almost 21 months—which means I just tell the people who ask, "She's almost two."
She's almost two, and it was so warm out today it reminded me of the day she was born. It was positively summery, and I was so grateful. I finally feel completely thawed out.
We could see Mt. Rainier on the walk home from school, and every time I see that mountain I'm momentarily awestruck and speechless. I've been living near it for nine years, but Rainier isn't always visible through the rain clouds and giant evergreen trees. You almost forget it's there, until it's RIGHT THERE. Like Gaia sneaking up on you.
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Ivy is a wiggly nurser. She twists and thrashes at the breast, and her newest trick is maneuvering from side-lying to downward-facing dog without breaking her latch. Until she pops off and announces, "Milk! I-down!" Milk upside-down. Because, why not? Today she actually managed to get some breast milk up her nose while nursing in down-dog, and I can't say I felt bad for her.
So a few weeks ago, Ivy was doing her "gymnursetics" and I was drinking a mug of chai. Just when I thought it was safe to take a sip, Ivy decided to work on her arabesque, and managed to kick tea all over both of us. Fortunately, it was only lukewarm by that point, because when has my tea not been lukewarm in the past 20-almost-21 months? It was very cinnamon-y chai, however, and Ivy's eyes lit up.
"No cookies, honey. It's tea."
I realized my last batch of cookies had also been very cinnamon-y. "You're smelling the tea," I explained. "We don't have any more cookies."
Ivy hurriedly toddled off into the kitchen, and asked again: "Cookie?"
"Cookies are all gone, honey."
She started to cry. "Mo' cookie! Mo' cookie!"
My poor chai-covered nurser. I had no choice. I was forced to make a batch of cookies so she could have one. Fortunately, they freeze well.
Ivy has a million little sentences now, but "mo' cookie" might have been the first. I'm not exactly sure about that, but I'm going with it for the purposes of the imaginary baby book.
She also says "bless you" now when someone sneezes.