We are closer to two years than one. She is rarely short for words and even though three-word-sentences are becoming the new standard I am shocked by each new combination. We seemed to accidentally skip over the sippy-cup phase and she now handles a cup with confidence. She’s adjusting well to our recent move, and soon we’ll take on the task of mastering life post-diapers. Though a bit more moody in typical toddler fashion, she is her silly self.
My favorite things about 20 months:
Increased interest in dance, and more fluid movements and coordination. When she sees a ballet dancer she dashes to get her own ballet slippers
Making her puppets move and talk
Cuddly and affectionate
Wants to help
She finally likes to eat (sometimes)
She tells me what story or song she wants to hear as she fall asleep
Listening to her carry a melody and sing songs
Using more abstract words: right, here, lean, back, now, scared, where, and
Starting to draw smilie faces
My least favorite things about 20 months:
Increased interest in the potty means hanging out in the bathroom for 10-15 minutes at a time
She can be moody, and it can make something simple, like getting into the car seat a big deal
When she is making a doll cry it sounds like someone is squeezing a baby pig
Crayon on the table. Crayon on the chair.
She’s too short to see the world from my vantage point and it is endless frustrating for her
Wanting to read the same book a dozen times in the same day
If she is afraid of something, she gets a little obsessed with it, and it can be a pitiful cycle of “I scared! Oh no!”
This week I photographed my cousin Matt’s baby boy, Caden. He’s always been great with kids, and to see him hold his firstborn gave me a serious case of the warm fuzzies. When I saw his wife snuggle her sweet baby — well that gave me baby fever.
Babyhood is beginning to fade. I can say it aloud now, and most time I do not immediately began to cry. She suddenly seems tall. The chub is not nearly as impressive as it was only a few months ago. She is louder every day. Screaming and squealing for joy, screaming with frustration, and screaming — I’m pretty sure — just because she can. She isn’t tall enough to do her favorite things, like playing in the sink or stir a pot. She is, however, now too tall to walk under the kitchen table, evidenced by the the bruise on her head. The elements of babyhood that linger, I like to imagine, are traits that will always be a part of her. Her hugs are tight and freely given. She is joyful. Her curiosity is endless. She asks to see the moon and the stars every night, and rather I list facts about the moon than read her a story. I like to think she is fascinated by physics, but it is probably the steady beat of the list that lulls her to sleep.
A few of my favorite things at 18 months:
Reading books together. It’s one of her favorite things to do.
She hugs trees.
Words and little sentences – news ones every day! Today she added “coffee” and “hummie” (hummous). Favorite sentence so far, “I mommo. Baby night night!” while playing with her dolls.
She is very concerned when she hears/sees someone cry.
She often tries to ride tiny toys — like a little cars or stuffed animals.
Watching her do puzzles.
Playing dolls together.
Toddler dance moves.
She knows that “thumbs up” is sign of approval, and uses it when she is pleased with something on her plate, or when she is proud of herself for using the potty — except she uses her index fingers and does a little dance. It’s fabulous.
A few of my least favorite things at 18 months:
Crayons on the wall.
Trying to do everything on her own, despite the general limitations associated with being only 18 months old.