My husband is out of town and I’m sitting here alone
giggling about how crazy toddlers are. I’m not even sure “crazy” is the best or
most appropriate descriptive word for what they are. Maybe something more like
a mix between bi-polar/ psycho/ unreasonable lunatic? Actually, I like “unreasonable
lunatic.” But maybe more like “part-time unreasonable lunatic.” Because sometimes
she’s adorable and sweet. And then in the blink of an eye she’s back to “unreasonable
lunatic.” There’s the bi-polar kicking in.
Tonight for instance, she did not want me to leave the table
at the restaurant to go to the restroom. And by not want me to I mean she was
screaming and bawling and making a scene. When I asked her if she wanted to get
out of her chair and go with me, she immediately yelled “no” without thinking.
This is another problem. “no” comes out of her mouth whether she means yes OR
no. it’s awesome. She’s told me “no” generally 350 times before dinner.
While I love carrying and snuggling my baby… she’s not a
baby anymore, nor is she little! Even if the doctor wouldn’t have told me to
refrain from lifting her if possible… I would still be trying to transition her
to walk more. She’s seriously too heavy for me. And she’s only been walking for
8 months now so I think she has the hang of it. Her new protest is not wanting
to walk herself into school. So when I set her down and attempt to take her
hand, like usual, she tells me the standard “no” and then stands there with a defiant
scowl on her face. Yesterday I told her a car was going to hit her if she didn’t
get on the side walk (mom of the year) and that worked. Not so much today. She’s
on to my bluff. Today I walked away, even to where she couldn’t see me and she
still didn’t budge. Stubborn like her father. But since she actually is in a
parking lot I can’t leave her there, so I ended up picking her up. Taytum-1,
mommy- 0. And get this.. when we got 3 feet from the door I asked her if she
wanted to walk like a big girl… and she said yes. Huh?
Another outstanding moment was at Thanksgiving. She told me
she wanted more water. Good talking! So I take the cup and open the lid to give
to my brother to fill with water and she flips out. Throws herself on the
ground. Tears streaming. Flailing. Classic. I can’t wait to have two. Actually,
I think that is part of the current fit throwing. We’ve talked about her being
a sister enough at this point… and mommy is looking and acting differently… so
I think she gets that something is about to rock her world.
Speaking of the new baby… have I mentioned it’s a girl?
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be a “girl mom.” When I was
pregnant with Tay I REALLY felt like it was a girl and I was right! That obviously
means I have a special talent and will know what this one is, too. Well I
REALLY felt like it was a boy. I’m sure they nurse who told me it was a girl
probably thinks I’m an awful person because all I could say in shock was “oh,
ok.” I know this is pay back… pay back for every sass comment or eye roll I
gave to my mom. And I can clearly hear my mom laughing in heaven every time I
think about this irony.
Can’t wait until they are teenagers.
