This last month of parenthood hasn’t been my finest. I may have the least patience in the history of ever. (Nick is reading this at work, and nodding his head in agreement). I mean, does this come naturally to ANYONE? You’d think 8 years of nannying would give me a one-up.
I’ve said some things I never thought I’d say… “get out of the toilet!” … “don’t eat your boogers!” … “get your finger out of sister’s ear” … “did that come from your diaper?” … “where are your pants?”
That last one was directed at my man-boy.
A few weeks ago we took away your binky (except for sleepy times), and since then… your personality has emerged so much! You’re far more chatty and silly. I love that. You no longer sit quietly in a daze sucking violently on your paci. You are BUSY BUSY BUSY! Your favorite toys are as follows: my phone, chapstick, camera, daddy’s guitar, pieces of paper, calculator… let’s just say office supplies of any kind. And anything electronic. Or anything off limits. You’ve recently begun drooling excessively, which is strange because you didn’t drool as a baby AT ALL. Even when you were teething. Why now my child? You pinch your thumb and index finger together and hold it out to everyone like you’re handing them something. It’s like your way of greeting them I guess? Your eyes are turning brown, but still have gray/green in them. It’s like looking into the universe. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s the best way I can describe them. You’re still my independent girl, and can often be found playing quietly or looking at a board book. You’ve slimmed down a lot since you started walking, but your cheeks are still such that I can sink my face into them… my fave. Every month brings new excitement and challenges… I can’t wait to see what the next one brings!
You are vivacious. You are high strung times infinity. Your energy knows no bounds. You love to run from me when it’s time to get dressed or change your diaper, and think it’s hilarious. You’ve also mastered the art of the fake laugh and fake cry. You are curious, and love to point at things and have us tell you what it is. We used to think you knew how to say ‘book, ball, and bye’ but then we realized that you ONLY say ‘BAH’. I mean, like ever. ‘Bah’ means food, ‘bah’ means poopy, ‘bah’ means gimme that. You love to clean things with a baby wipe, and still bring me pieces of crumbs or filth from who-knows-where. You love it when daddy throws you around or tips you upside down. You’re a thrill-seeker and will try anything. You do not like to take turns, and have been known to throw a pretty famous tantrum from time to time. But you snap out of it quickly, and return to your normal joyful self. You’re starting to test your boundaries to see what you can get away with, and are learning quickly that mommy and daddy don’t play the ‘pick up’ game. You’re very friendly with anybody and everybody… until they try to hold you, at which point you lose your mind, kicking violently, screaming bloody-murder, and reaching for daddy or me. Every month brings new excitement and challenges… I can’t wait to see what the next one brings!