So the bear is finally a year old. Time flew by so fast. In a couple of months, we’ll be converting her crib into a toddler bed. A toddler bed – can you imagine? That’s crazy!
Meia is so noisy nowadays. Still unable to regulate her voice, she says everything really loud. She also has a couple of words down pat – Mamama for me, Papapapapa for her Daddy, Ma! for her Oma, turtle (her first word!) for the variety of turtle stuff toys and figurines that she
coopted inherited from me, and cake (uh oh). She can also do some signs – milk, eat, and more. She can clap, high five, do beautiful eyes (which is more like a blink rather than a bat of her lashes), give a flying kiss, and do align (a forefinger’s version of a high-five). She knows where her head is, her nose, tummy, and belly button. Incidentally she also knows where my tummy is — she’d point to it and start laughing. Laughing. Uncontrollably. Hmph. Look kid, I know it’s fat and flabby, but to laugh at my belly that got big to accommodate your presence in the first place is so. not. cool. *scowl*
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I was getting all sentimental before I remembered why I needed to diet…
Every now and then I look at Meia and imagine what she’ll be when she grows up. I like looking at everything she does as a sign, a hint, of her future career.
Meia loves to
destroy read books. Will she grow up to be a writer like her father? a lawyer? a journalist (do they still exist?)? a TV anchor? If a writer, what kind of writer? Will she write books? Or maybe work on a screenplay?
Unlike her mother, Meia loves to dress up. Will she be a model? A designer? Will she sew her own clothes like the designers in project runway? How about a fashionista? God, I hope not a fashionista. Paolo and I don’t make enough to fund the wardrobe of a fashionista.
Meia is also a very active bear. She loves the water, to play with her ball, to chase bubbles, and to drive us insane. Will she be a marine biologist? An athlete? If an athlete, will she be really good and possibly join the olympics? Or better yet, be a WWE Diva (Kharma not Kelly Kelly)? Please be a WWE Diva. Then maybe you can date someone like George Clooney and live a beautiful Hollywood lifestyle and give us free tickets to Wrestlemania.