everything’s new to me & you
Posted by: LizzieWould you believe I don’t know what’s going on with my toddler?
I know, I know, I have two older boys, but when they were 17 months old, they were in Montessori school and I didn’t get to interact with them 24/7. I don’t know what they did all day, and I didn’t get to see them learn awesome stuff like how to throw remotes at people or spin around until they got dizzy.
I never nursed a toddler. Corey was 15 months when he “weaned” but even then, he wasn’t night nursing and I certainly didn’t allow an All-You-Can-Eat Milk Buffet.
This is a whole new world.
Whenever I sit down at the computer to check my mail in the morning, Simon climbs in my lap, latches on, then proceeds to kick whichever arm is controlling the mouse. It makes it rather difficult to do things, but I can’t get mad at him cause he laughs, milk dribbling down his chin and love in his big blue eyes.
He knows the Pat-a-cake rhyme & when we get to “Throw it in the pan!”, his little arms go up in the air as he squeals “DIDJAAAAAAAAA!”
Then there are nights like last night when, no matter how tired he is, he can’t sleep alone and we let him stay up until well after midnight while we try to eat a cold dinner of salmon & rice. My MIL for sure would have told us to just let him cry until he falls asleep, but for real, easier to say when it’s not your child screaming in the dark because they just want to be held.
Everything is so fascinating to him; most of the day he says, “Whassaaaaat?” and points to everything with curiosity etched into his brow. He couldn’t eat his dinner last night because he was too busy looking out the kitchen window to the horses in the pasture. He must’ve said “HOSSEEEEES!” a million times through a mouthful of crackers.
The meltdowns, oh the meltdowns. I don’t even know what to say about that, but I know that whenever, if ever they do occur, it’s because I’m trying to get something done and I don’t drop whatever I’m doing to pick him up and cover him in kisses. Thankfully, they happen less than once a week and usually on days when I’m overtired or haven’t had anything but coffee all morning.
I don’t understand the eating, though. Some days, he’ll happily eat steamed rice & veggies all day. Then other days he’ll refuse all forms of food except nursies. The other boys weren’t this picky, but I’m almost positive Simon’s choosiness lies in the fact that his stomach is insanely sensitive to things like artificial flavoring. I stupidly gave him some bites of jello at Wednesday Night Supper–he’s had the most revolting poo for the past two days. Last week all he ate was rice, vegetables, & tiny sips of watered-down juice, which yielded normal poo. GO FIG!
Every day is certainly an adventure around here.
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