When You Realize Your Little One Isn’t A Baby Anymore


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The tides are a changin in our house and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it. For the past several months we’ve been dealing with unruly antics and bouts of erratic behavior from our threenager, while our one year old sat by quietly and sweetly, calculating when to strike. Yep, now our 1 1/2 year old is the one who is throwing the tantrums, screaming at the top of her lungs for no reason and testing our patience. Goodbye threenager, hello terrible twos!

Now that my oldest daughter is back to her sweet, silly self (the majority of the time anyway) she is constantly asking what’s going on with her little sister. She just can’t believe that her sister would throw a tantrum in the middle of the restaurant during lunch. I have to remind her that not so long ago she was the one throwing the tantrums; but she seems to have no recollection of such events. Which is funny considering this kid remembers everything and I mean EVERYTHING. Maybe much like myself, she is trying to forget about those not so pleasant times. Or, she is playing the sweet and innocent card because her sister is now the one acting out. My money’s on the latter.

Either way, I’m thrilled that my oldest is (fingers crossed) moving on from the threenager stage. However, I’m not so happy that our little one is coming into her terrible twos. And it’s not even because of the tantrums. OK, so it might be a little because of the tantrums. No matter when or where they happen, tantrums suck! But mostly, it’s because she is officially no longer a baby.

Yes, I know, she hasn’t been a “baby” for a while; but she was still little and relied on me for most things. Now all of a sudden she has this newfound opinion for everything. She is strong-willed just like her sister and I’m not sure that I’m ready to have two strong-willed kids. Cue the mini panic attack!

I really thought I had a little more time before my baby became more independent, confident, opinionated and passionate. Her new favorite saying is “no, me do!” Calm down there little one, it’s great that you’re becoming your own person but you’re only 1 1/2. And no matter how loud you yell, you can not put the eggs in the shopping cart by yourself!

Oh yes, she is at that fun stage where she wants to do everything by herself. It takes us twice as long to get her ready to go anywhere because she has to try to get dressed by herself, brush her hair, brush her teeth, put on her shoes. Once she realizes that she needs my help, she will finally give in but not without a valiant effort on her part first.

She also wants to do everything her big sister does. Don’t get me wrong, at times it’s very cute and actually a good thing. But other times it’s down right frustrating. Trying to explain to a 1 1/2 year old why she can’t jump off the bench by herself never ends well. Needless to say I’m constantly utilizing my mommy skills, patience and picking your battles. (Obviously following the safety first rule!) And on the good days I am able to execute those skills pretty darn good, if I don’t say so myself. But on the tough days, it takes everything I have in me not to lose my sh*t. I just keep reminding myself that she is only 1 1/2 and is learning how to express herself. Patience and compassion are key!

I still can’t believe that my sweet little cuddle bug has grown so much. I feel like she went from baby to little girl overnight and I’m really having a hard time with that. The baby period went by way too fast this time around! My husband and I have always said that we were going to have two kids. That’s what I’ve wanted for years. But here we are, two girls later and part of me feels like maybe I was wrong, maybe I want more than two kids. Maybe one more baby would be the perfect addition to our family. Then my 1 1/2 year old starts screaming in the middle of the grocery store because I won’t let her stand on the shopping cart seat and I quickly realize that I’m perfectly fine with only having two kids!

Live, Laugh, Love,

Kristin 

 

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