finley rose is 15 months old!!!



finley in the woods...

september marked finley's 15th month of life on the outside.  she is (kind of) growing and (kind of) changing everyday.

the truth is that i find it difficult to hide my surprise when someone tells me how big she has gotten.  mostly because i know the only thing that has really grown on her is her hair.  at the doctor's office the other day she measured in at the 5th percentile and the <5th percentile for weight.  i make jokes about her not being very smart but i really think that she is really just very quiet.  she knows exactly what is going on around her but the fact that she is delightfully content paired with her naturally quiet disposition leaves her with little to say or complain about.  she mostly wants to cuddle.  and even though she is officially weaned she still craves the closeness.  she has absolutely no interest in nursing, but she constantly brushes my hair out of the way or pulls at my clothes just to put her cheek against my skin.  i can't say that i hate that.  she occasionally wakes in the middle of the night and she will go back to sleep straight away only if she is laying on one of our chests.  she is a pretty good sport but unlike oliver jack she is less smitten with her older brothers and sister.  she loves calvary because he keeps the most distance.  he, having written the book on personal space, is the only one of her siblings that seems to realize that she is indeed a real person and even though it may be funny to dress her up in build a bear clothes or mommy's pants like some sort of hooded long skirt she might have her own agenda.  for that reason she usually gravitates to him.  harper is sort of wearing out her welcome.  finley's patience has been worn thin, but harper is slowly winning her over with her new game where finley is the princess and harper is her servant.  all finley cares about is the fact that harper lets her carry around a purse.  perhaps one of my most favorite things is finley's empathetic side.  she does not like to see people upset or hurt.  after watching me comfort someone after a fall or sibling argument she will often times offer a hug or gentle pat on the back.  she loves to hug oliver jack and she squeals with laughter to kiss him at nap time.  she's not without her flaws...she is getting quite used to being doted upon and her picky eating rivals that of her father's...but she is a delightful gift.  every moment is a blessing.  and i become increasingly aware of that fact every single day...



she loves to cuddle...



she is silly



15 months old

she loves her brother...