Before you judge me, I must tell you that I strongly suggested to Little N that we partake in some Halloween crafts and she unexpectedly suggested we go with Christmas crafts instead. Even though I feel September is a little early for even Halloween, I had seen a few Halloween crafts on twitter (@midwifeandlife & @gloryiscalling), and thought, you know what, I can do this!
Regardless, N insisted on Christmas crafts. I couldn’t really complain, I love Christmas. I also didn’t have orange paint or any other Halloweenie craft supplies on hand. But that’s neither here nor there.
I usually pick up mums at the local Starbucks here. It’s the best place to meet them. You know you have a mutual love for coffee and spend a ridiculous amount on it, probably daily. And you also immediately have other little humans that can entertain your little humans.
I think this mum actually picked me up this time. We were standing in line and she asked how old my daughter was. Then the universal mum talk came out as we immediately had a million things in common to chat about.
We barely got through our orders as we tried to dish out things about our kids and discuss how mum life both sucks (I’m so tired) and is awesome (look at that adorable smile).
I realized this month that (at 2 years and 8 months) Little N has started to do a bunch of things by herself and I kind of love it. A tiny part of me is a little sad that toddlerhood is moving fast and this independence is just another step closer to her being a teenager and hating me. I’m being ridiculous, I know. But the thought probably crosses my mind once a day. As if tomorrow all of a sudden she’s going to need a training bra and I’ll have my ear to the ground making sure she isn’t sneaking out of the house. I knew myself as a teenager, and I’m thoroughly scared.
Mostly, it just makes caring for two that much easier if she can do a few tidbits here and there for herself.
Here are some things she can do by herself and what I did to help facilitate that independence:
I dreamed of the moment when my daughter would meet her baby sister. It would be magical. I had visions of the hospital room when big sister would timidly peer in at the new baby. Being shy at first, but curious. Maybe reaching out to touch baby or just staring at her in amazement. Then sitting with me to hold her and cuddle in and cherish the start of our four-person family.
Yah, it didn’t quite happen like that.
Here is how it really went down:
I may be a little obsessed with documenting my kid’s footprints and handprints. There is just something so interesting about looking back at how tiny their little hands and feet were. I’m sure in 20 years I’ll wonder why the heck I wanted so many hand prints.
But for now, here is why I document my kid’s hand and foot prints:
We have had some pretty busy, amazingly funny and cuddly times since #2 was born. And might as well throw ‘tired as hell’ in there too.
For me – well I perpetually smell like baby puke/spit up/old milk. My first was a puker. And I’ve been blessed with a second puker as well. When I put on a freshly washed pair of shorts. Puke finds them. When I make the choice to actually wash my hair (not very often), puke finds those freshly washed strands. I get about 10 minutes of smelling like a normal person. I do hope a bit of that fresh baby smell rubs off on me though.
Come to think of it, husband came home the other day and gave me a hug and said that I smell like a mixture of that beautiful baby smell mixed with stale puke. Not sure if that quite says romance.
For the 2 1/2 year old little N:
- Toddlers just get funnier and funnier with age. Her favourite thing this week is the garbage truck. She claims the garbage truck is her favourite toy and wants to go find the truck so we can wave at the garbage men.
Sometimes I wonder if ‘no’ is said too often in our household. (This is motherhood, second guessing is our nature).
Everyday I see myself reach my limit. Do I get mad at her too often? She is only two and a half, after all.
Is it really that big of a deal if she spilled flour all over the floor when we made cookies, or how she gave me a hug while rubbing her hands all over my pants directly after eating spaghetti, or how she had a meltdown because there weren’t enough bubbles in the bubble bath, or how she screamed when I tickled her and she woke the baby.
Should I really be so quick to sush her or tell her no?