In just a few short days, I’ll never be the mommy of a one year old again.
My baby boy is turning 2 this weekend, and I can’t believe it.
BRING IT, TODDLERHOOD!
He will no longer be considered a baby. He’ll have moved on to the toddler category.
His days of diapers and pacifiers are numbered.
He won’t need his blankie soon.
I won’t be rocking him to sleep and singing twinkle twinkle, little star soon.
Before I know it, he won’t need me to do anything for him.
He won’t want me to hold him, or his hand.
I love the 18 -24 month age. With Finley, it was just the two of us. We had so much one-on-one time. We did flash cards and story time. We had baby gym classes and baby playdates that were more for the moms than the babies. With Landry, we always had an excuse for being unable to do it. Finley’s schedule got in the way or nap time was right smack dab in the middle of an activity (you know i don’t EVER skip naps!) And now here I am, with February 14 right in front of me, and I’ve done nothing for Landry’s “baby months”. I know, it’s silly. He doesn’t seem to be lacking in anything developmentally. He doesn’t know all of his letters like Finley did at this age, but he’s a smart boy. He’s happy for the most part (until he’s unhappy, woof). I’m just sad I never offered him what I offered to Finley.
And now I can’t go back. Which brings me to the plus side of not having a 1 year old any longer.
Again, I say, Bring it, Toddlerhood!
He’s communicating now. He can tell me with words what he wants or needs and for the most part, what is hurting or not feeling well.
He plays really well by himself while I’m cooking dinner or doing laundry. I don’t have to wait for nap times to get anything done.
He can feed himself.
He is (on his way to being) a better traveler.
He can stand in water (I don’t have to tell you how stressful the pool was last year).
He can help to clean up (huzzah!)
The bright side of no longer having a “baby” is the opportunity to do much more with the kids now. We can go to the indoor water park and know that they are both getting something out of it. We can go pick strawberries on all 8 feet. We can travel without having to plan out if the hotel bathroom is big enough to keep a pack n play.
Yes, i am sad that soon he won’t need me to hold him, but he won’t remember the days where he was being held. He’ll remember these days to come, and I want to make some really incredible memories with these 2. so, go ahead, and bring it, toddlerhood!