Thanks to many of you who’ve taken the time to reach out and obtain the password for my protected posts. I wanted to clarify that not all of my posts from this point forward will be protected (like this one, for instance!) — only ones containing sensitive family information. On that note, a topic that is not as sensitive:
Next month, K turns two.
How did this happen?
In many ways, I feel like she is still a baby. I still call her my baby. There are moments when I still treat her like a baby (and when she still wants me to treat her like a baby). Yet, most of the time, it’s full-on toddlerhood in our house and she acts like a small person. I know. You’re probably thinking, “Well, she’s always been a small person.”What I mean is, she acts like a miniature adult. Some days, it feels like she’s two going on twenty two — particularly during those instances when she wants things done her way. Anyone who knows a toddler can relate to this.
Her talking has improved since I last blogged about it (way back when I was still at From IF to When). She says so many words at this point that I can’t even begin to count all of them, and she’s just recently stared saying phrases — other than the age-old, “uh oh.” She will now say, “Hi, Mama!” or “Bye, Mama!” or occasionally I’ll get a, “Night night, Mama!” It’s adorable and mind blowing at the same time. She even tries to say, “I love you.” I feel like we went from zero to a million words overnight. It happened quickly.
As did picky eating habits. She went from eating almost anything under the sun to eating just about nothing. We have to rotate the same foods constantly. She refuses to eat any vegetables, unless they are pureed. I once tried hiding pieces of carrots and broccoli in her mac and cheese, and she KNEW. She would start chewing and pull pieces of vegetables out of her mouth mid-bite. There’s no sneaking anything pass her. She will eat fruit, though — especially bananas. She’d eat one for every meal of the day if we let her.
Other loves include Sesame Street (what is with toddlers and Elmo?), Curious George, any book she can get her hands on, and Legos. She’s finally getting the hang of puzzles, too, though she gets easily frustrated when she can’t figure out how to make pieces fit together.
She’s a ball of energy. Most days, I have a hard time keeping up with her. It’s why I’m in my pajamas by the time dinner rolls around. Yet, I wouldn’t want it any other way. In my mind, she’s the perfect balance of sweet and sass. I know that with every tantrum she throws or attitude she gives, there’s a hug and a kiss waiting for me right around the corner — and both make each and every day significantly brighter.