Dear Harley Cat, 15 Months (Almost)
Dear Harley Catherine,
It’s been months since I last wrote you (two and a half to be exact) and you’re a whole new kid now - not a baby, but a kid. I’ve said before that you’re gaining your own little personality, but I’m convinced at this point, you’re a little tiny version of your father… if your father had a big, wild & curly mess of hair on his head and liked to wear dresses.
You know you’re not supposed to do things and with a stubbornness seen from me in younger years, you do it anyway. For instance your penchant for the bathroom sink with a travel toothbrush in both hands you look at me like, “No, Mom, you were in the bathroom pulling things out of forbidden cabinets. I just got these travel toothbrushes at Walgreens.”
You.are.a.ham. You like to dance, walk backwards and as of today, there’s a little march/spring in your step. In our usual morning routine, I get ready and you get into things you’re not supposed to. As you pulled the wall mount to our newest gadget out of the box, you held it in both hands and marched to the beat of your own drum. You giggled while you did it, which made me giggle. When you realized you made me laugh, you kept at it. This, by far, is my favorite thing about you: you like to make us laugh.
You’ll hide behind the couch and peek up and wait for us to yell “peek a boo!!” and then laugh. While I’m mentioning your laugh - it’s a spectacular one. In the words of one of your Aunties, you “sound like a 70 year-old smoker.” (Dear Readers, Harley doesn’t smoke)
The ever-popular “Bedroom Drawers Pick-Up” is your favorite game and mine too! I love picking up after you all day! I could spend hours doing it!
You run, screaming from the kitchen because you’re terrified of the blender and yet you try to ride the vacuum. Teach me how your brain works, tiny child! You shake your head no when you really mean yes. You put buckets on your head and you like to carry around my water bottles from the gym.
You require food be given in pairs - one piece for each hand and we’re still working on the fork/spoon. So far, you’d rather just shovel it in your mouth with your hands. Hope this changes before you go to high school because that’ll be embarrassing! Semi-related: You are A MESS. You always have food on your face/your clothes/your hair.
I have to say that even though you’re messy, loud and sometimes really smelly, I’m happy to be on this ride with you. You’re the light of our lives, little girl!