I was a little timid about taking Isla to the beach. Not because I was scared for her. No... I was scared for me. Scared I would be in a constant state of worry that she will fall into a hole and I'll never find her, that she'll dive into the ocean when I look away for 1 small second. The worries are endless I could go on for days. I'm happy to report that none of that happened and she actually was so overwhelmed by all the space for running she tired herself out pretty quickly and would take little breaks hanging by my chair and playing with toys. I am crossing my fingers this continues for the rest of the summer!!
I've been wondering if I'm supposed to be on top of Isla's dental hygeine or we'll just keep brushing her teeth because she thinks banana tooth paste is a treat and because I think it's funny. But apparently I DO need to take her to the dentist. Sometime in the next 6 months. Judging on her 15 month check up this sounds like it's going to be so fun (insert eye roll here). Any recs are welcome!
Isla is an amazing eater and will try just about anything but I'm a little nervous that we are officially stuck in the phase of her eating everything with her fingers. I've tried to give her a fork or a spoon but she doesn't have much interest other than banging them or throwing them. Is she going to be an adult eating her steak dinner with her fingers at 45?! ugh.
Today is the day for our preschool playdate that isn't actually preschool it's a 2's program that we have yet to get into. Well, let me just tell you how it went with my sweet little Miss. After racking my brain all night and morning of what kind of look she should wear I decided on a nice mix of classic baby (pale pink cozy sweater and leggings) with just a small hint of chic cool factor (a neon bow and dark knit pants with tiny matching pom poms on each ankle). The playdate/interview/auditon was all of 30 minutes. Isla also discovered bright blue playdough for the first time. She refused to put the playdough down when it was time to clean up and start the music sing along. Her actual response was to growl at me. Something I've never heard come out of her mouth. I spent most of the audition pulling Isla off of the table that she learned to climb with 4 balls of playdough in her hands while continuously growling at me. Oh. And her brand new knit pants lost BOTH pom poms on one ankle. never to be seen again.
Anyway, I think we nailed.
We finally have moved out of the bath seat. I know I know. It's a little crazy that Isla's still in it, but to be honest it kept her in one spot while I washed her hair, and it also kept me from having a heart attack while she slipped around like a fish. If you have never tried a keter bath seat I recommend it... but maybe for not as long as we used it. Oops!
Do not be fooled. There is still no confirmation on whether or not we have gotten onto a waitlist for a 2's program but good news is that we scored a "playdate" at the school. Basically, I think it's an interview for a 1 year old. They go. They play. The teachers watch. All while parents sit there and wonder how exactly they should be acting. We go tomorrow.
So in case no one else was told (like me) terrible twos actually don't always start at 2. It's basically anytime after they turn 1 and can continue to age 4. Please join me in saying, W.T.F. ?!? We got our first biiiiiig taste of Isla's new found inner bad girl, and I have to say she's kinda mean. She hits, she yells (a lot.), and she doesn't give AF about anything you try to tell her. Good Luck to us all.
FINALLY! I was beginning to think I'd be carrying Isla on my hip to college. After a lot of very nervous wobbling around, Isla's first real steps were taken Wednesday toward a very enticing pack of Baby Wipes. Here we go......
OK I knew the NYC school situation was a whole world of it's own but I really did not think it would come up so fast. Turns out applying to a 2's program. NOT preschool. Just a 2's program... should have been done almost a year in advance. Soooooo that would've made Isla 9 month's old. It's been brought to my attention several times that I am very behind in applying but I still did it anyway. We're waiting. To get onto a waitlist.... stay tuned.
So much babbling happening. Lottttsssss of talking in a language that I don't quite understand. We've got a little Dada and lots of Baby. Should I be concerned that Isla has started to grunt and growl more than saying any actual words?!
Should I get her legs checked?! It truly seems like every other baby filling my instagram feed is running literal circles around Isla. She's the fastest crawler I know but has no interest in walking. Baby Boot Camp? Better Shoes? Should I be worried!?
This past week I'm sad to report our household was taken down by the stomach bug! It was beyond gross. It was a full on 2 man job. Me on bathing and scrubbing barf out of hair, and my husband on changing sheets and laundry. Every 20 minutes for 5 hours throughout the middle of the night felt like sheer torture watching Isla so helpless and also completely clueless as to what in the world was happening! We got through it just in time for me to have my own version 2 days later. It was our first night really in the trenches together as parents, but I think we did a pretty good job!
We've officially entered the 1 year molar territory and it is NOT fun. Lots of whining, crying & runny noses. There's not much that I can really do except give a ton of hugs and hope the Tylenol kicks in a little faster. It's lasting about a week for that first break through. Once that happens I think we're in the clear!
OMG how did this happen?! Isla's feet are dangling over her infant carseat and we need to officially install this giant recliner into our car that they claim is a carseat. I thought for sure they stay in those infant carriers until a year old. We're officially in toddler territory, ahhhhhh!
My child eats a lot. She's a very good eater and I'm lucky enough that she will pretty much eat anything that we give to her. On thanksgiving she really exceeded my expectations. Girlfriend put down so much thanksgiving food it was impressive. And at the end topped it all off with her like 3rd birthday cake because her birthday falls so close to thanksgiving. She was living her best life that day.
Isla is the first grandchild on my side of the family. So to say she is spoiled by my parents is the understatement of the century. For her birthday this year she got a custom hot pink Range Rover car. I have absolutely no idea where one even begins to find or order a custom Range Rover but my parents some how did it. It has rims that light up with rainbow and LED lights, plays music, has leather seats, custom vanity plates and actually drives. We drove to NJ to visit my parents and when we arrived I was in tears and completely convinced there was something seriously wrong with Isla because she had screamed so hard for the entire 2 hour car ride straight. As soon as Isla saw her new car she suddenly jumped in and started dancing and fist pumping. I have never taught her a fist pump, and she doesn't even walk. So both of these things were a shock. Even more shocking was that 3 minutes prior I was convinced she was somehow dying and in the blink of an eye she was over it. Ahhh the magic of grandparents.
This day was something that I both looked forward to and dreaded for a while. I really didn't not want to believe that Isla was turning one but I also felt so much pride that we had gotten through our first year as parents with such a great baby girl that I couldn't wait to celebrate. After all of the planning and stressing and setting up, Miss Isla of course was not happy about putting her party dress on. She got there late, due to a meltdown but quickly pulled it together once she saw balloons and had me hold her. Since her sweet tooth is just like mine she seriously ate her way through the party. So much so that she threw up and then pulled it together again just in time to cut the cake and have a slice! it was the perfect day with the perfect people and I'll forever cherish it.
Coming up with a halloween costume for the first time is so hard. There are SO many precious little outfits that it's near impossible to decide!!! Part of me wanted to dress Isla up like an adorable chicken or a monkey or something but I really wanted to do something that we coudl do together. We went with Troop Beverly Hills. I was the Phyllis Nephler the Troop Leader, and Isla was Hannah Nephler, the girl scout. She looked so insanely precious! We did a quick twirl around the park during the parade and she passed out in her crib before trick or treating even started.
It's officially back to school season and we've signed up for dance class to get in the groove and start socializing. I grew up a dancer so all I want is for her to go to dance class wear tutus and have fun! The class is adorable but it's basically a music class held in a dance studio. Honestly, I don't even care. I'm just pretending that she's doing a full barre combination every week. The first week I went in and Isla was in a black leotard, tights and baby Bloch ballet shoes, the teacher sweetly commented "awwww look you dress in costume for our class today". Little did she know that this was not a costume, and I had planned to dress Isla this way every week. I think after 3 weeks, and 3 pair of ballet shoes in different colors later she knew we were serious. Oh also... Isla has a major crush on the guitarist Mr. Donald that sings the songs each week.
Not sure if I'm supposed to be brushing Isla's teeth or not. No one told me what was the right time to start dental Hygiene but I feel like once you actually have teeth then you should start cleaning them right? Anyway, I bought teeny tooth brush and some banana tooth paste. Isla is obsessed with it and thinks it's hilarious to brush her teeth. I think it's hilarious the faces she makes. We all win.