Carolina: 18 Months
Licking the muffin first. |
First and foremost at the moment is her temperament. We always kind of could tell she'd be more strong-willed than Liam, but now at this year-and-a-half stage, it's shall we say... less-than-peachy. I remembered my favorite stage with Liam being right around 1 year, he was an angel. And my least favorite stage on record as 18 months. Crank-city. "No" = favorite word. Picky eater/pacifier addicted/fussy fussy fussy. I know kids are different but I "prepared" for Carolina being the same way (thus no summer vacation plans), and as it turns out she's the same... only a little worse. Now it's funny because when she's being sweet, she's being soooooooooo sweet. The happiest little "Hi Mama! Hi Ee-um! Hi Dada!" in the mornings, but in a matter of minutes she can be telling you no and pushing you away, then shrieking at the top of her lungs because she wants her milk, like, yesterday.
Taking a big ol' chomp. |
She really is SO so smart. Liam's language wasn't nearly this advanced at this age - although girls do mature faster than boys, but seriously I don't think I could ask Liam a specific question like "What hurts on your body?" and have him tell me "ear" and then have him to point to which one; or give him a choice between two options, or have kind of actual conversations with him. Carolina speaks in broken, but complete sentences (the made up word ones are just to be silly). She can tell me, "Dada an Ee-um, paying hi-Pad, bad guys" (some iPad game that the boys like to play, don't worry it's not scary or anything). She understands what we're saying when Todd and I are talking to each other, and remembers everything too.
Yep, she likes it. |
Looking for the next tasty spot. |
She still eats well most of the time, she's starting to get a little picky, but she'll usually try everything once. At this point with Liam, he was already a goner as far as eating new foods went - so I'm feeling positive about that. She loooves her dairy products: milk, yogurt, cheese. And looooves her snacks: dried fruit, goldfish, yogurt bites. She typically gets done with her dinner and then asks for a snack immediately. She's getting pretty good at using utensils now too, but she makes such a mess I don't really love letting her use them. Sometimes I think she makes a mess on purpose just to get a bath - she's a total water baby. I can't wait to see her in the pool this summer.
She's down to one nap already (she needs far less sleep than Liam needed), which is running around 2 hours lately. And then she's pretty much ready for bed around 7:30, and sometimes asks for it. She goes back and forth between wanting to sleep in until 8am, or waking up at like 6:30. Either way, it's tough.
Wondering why I'm taking pictures of this. |
I'm really hoping in the next month (well 38 days to be exact) she mellows out, and we can put a lid on the screaming because I will lose my mind staying home all day with that craziness. But, of course I also can't wait until I can stay home with them all day and enjoy life with this while they're this age. I had a moment of near panic the other day, when I was holding Liam pretending he was a baby, and I realized just how big - huge - he was, and it struck me how not far away his babyhood felt, but how far far away it appeared. I about had a sobbing melt-down right then and there. Re-living it right now makes me choke up, truly. He was/is my baby, but he really really isn't and I don't know. I don't think I'm making sense, but probably all of you parents get what I'm trying to say. It feels like a tragedy, him growing up. Although I'm working it, I guess I will probably never feel like I soaked enough of his childhood in. That's one reason why I'm so glad I've had this blog which has given me a reason to take so many pictures and write down so many memories, to have forever. And you better believe that by now I really am crying. I didn't mean for this post to end this way, I know the whole thing is a long, rambling mess - but it feels sort of reflective of life at the moment. Unorganized chaos ;)
Maybe I'll get around to editing it later, or maybe I'll help Liam build with his Legos or help Lina swaddle her babies (so she can hug them and then say "Ok, go!" and throw them). Good or not-so-great, I love her to pieces and wouldn't want her any other way. I'm loving watching her grow, but not too fast, and just very happy that I get to be her mom :)
My brown-eyed girl. |
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