How is it possible that 9 months (of pregnancy) feels SO much longer than 18 months (or 549 days) with you?
You are growing up almost as fast as you came into our world. You were teeny tiny, helpless, and not a fan of sleeping.
These days, you want to do everything on your own, including getting dressed, putting on shoes, carrying your own school bag, and er, taking off your clothes (you are very good at the last thing). You still nurse, but no longer wake up in the middle of the night to do that, and you actually sleep through the night (well, most nights).
You love eating off my plate (by yourself, of course), using my utensils, and drinking from my cup. You have a particularly adorable way of eating the various muffins I bake – holding it with both hands, gingerly, like it was something precious. I love that you get excited whenever it’s meal time, even though you eat like a bird, pecking at every single item (that piece of lemon wasn’t so yummy, was it?). Also, pretty sure coffee is not a suitable beverage for a toddler. Ahem.
You’ve loved dancing since you were a baby. Your favorite song to dance to is the theme song from The Big Bang Theory (I can’t resist either), so there are many, many spontaneous dance parties. You have no idea how much these parties cheer me up, my little Scrumps.
You love it when I read to you, handing me book after book, never tiring of pointing out all the words you know (apple, car, cat, ball, baby, train, ice cream, chair, duck, among others).
Blocks and balls are also a particular obsession, as are balloons (I know of no one else who can spot balloons a mile away).
When you want a bath (and you always want a bath), you say “wash” and run to the bathroom (have you seen a toddler run? Cutest. Thing. Ever.). Getting out though, isn’t so fun for either of us. You, screaming and protesting; me, wrangling a wet, squirming child. One day, we will come to a more peaceful extraction process, I’m sure.
I love all the talking you do, punctuating requests with a strong “I want”, saying “hi” when you see me in the morning, and “okay” at every opportunity. You know your brother’s name, your own name, you call your father Papa more than you call me Mama (but that’s okay, I know you know who I am). You also have your own made up words for milk, cookie, and bread.
You are independent, funny, playful, stubborn, and so smart. You are an explorer, a daredevil, an adventurer. You are a cuddler, a hugger, but not a big kisser.
549 days of joy, laughter, tears, growth, contentment, and love. So much love.
You are 18 months today, and I love, love, love you.
Linking up with Michelle, Tamara, Crystal, Angela, Kristen and Amber for Ladies Only Blog Share Link Party.
What’s your favorite age for kids?