You are a little over 15 months now. I don't even know where to begin. So much has happened since the last time I wrote you. I am having a little deja vu when I write that since I seemed to have said the same thing on my last post. Well, we took the bottle away from you on January 23rd. You were nearing that 15 month mark that your pediatrician recommended that you be off the bottle and you know how I am with my girls never falling "behind." So it was time. How did it go? Well, that was also the last day, up until today, that you have had any milk. That's right...you read that right my stubborn little princess. You have refused to drink out of a cup (and I've tried dozens) and said goodbye to milk...just like that. A part of me isn't surprised because you said goodbye to your pacifier at 9 months overnight too. One day you were just done with it. I was a little concerned about it because I thought, well, she needs her milk but your pediatrician doesn't seem the least bit concerned because in her words, "it doesn't look like she's lacking nutrition." In other words, she saw your belly and figured you certainly didn't look underweight. Ha! So for now, we will keep on trying and if you still refuse, then so be it.
I will remind you that you were born via a scheduled C-section. Your daddy and I agreed that if you tried to come sooner, I would decide if I wanted to try for a VBAC. Well, you were quite comfy in your womb because I never even felt the slightest contraction. Now I know why. Till this day, you are so attached to me! I'm not complaining at all my love...in fact, I embrace it now and try to relish in those moments because I know they won't last forever. At the same time, I am trying to teach you to be independent so even during your worst tantrums when you are following me around with tears streaming down your face, I try not to pick you up immediately. I don't do this so that I'm mean...I do it for your own good honey. Because even though mommy will always be there for you, I want you to be strong and independent. And well my baby girl, let's face it, sometimes mommy needs a break too. :)
Oh our darling, darling Camila...you are such a fiery ball of fun we can't even handle it. You are such a daredevil and you get into everything. You get into things that your sister till this day hasn't tried to get into. You are either climbing everything or you are throwing everything. You keep daddy and I on our toes that's for sure. But boy do we love you something fierce. You are talking more these days and Abbie has actually started asking me not to put you to bed because she wants to play with you. Be still my heart. Daddy and I can't wait until you're both old enough to entertain yourselves on those 6am Saturday mornings while he and I stay in bed. Haha! I'm kidding sweetie...well, sort of. :)
Daddy has been on a low-iodine diet since last Friday. This Friday will be 2 weeks that he's been on the diet. It required a lot of planning but we've learned to navigate through it. In fact. I have even learned to make some dishes for us that we can enjoy even after the diet. It goes without saying that your daddy has been such a trooper through it all. He didn't choose this diagnosis, just like no one chooses a cancer diagnosis. So this is why I've tried my best at making his meals and packing his lunches every day. Some of my friends praise me and can't believe I'm doing that and working full-time and still doing my mommy duties to you both but to them I say this: He's my husband...for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. He is my other half and I know that he would do the same for me, if not more. This is my time to show him how much I love him and make up for those days when I wish I could have been a better wife.
Ok Cami...this is where we are. I hope you know how much we all love you. Until next time...
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