More Annoyed than Amused


Posted by parsingtime on August 3, 2011


Happy 13 months Birthday.  I feel like this past month has given me taste for what your 13th year will be like.  Don’t worry, I’ll be prepared. I’m buying stock in ice cream companies.

This month you have thrown more sippy cups at my head than I care to recall.  You like milk. You like bottles. You like milk from bottles. You like water. You like sippy cups filled with water. All these things you understand. What you don’t understand is why I keep trying to give you milk in sippy cups.  I know, it is very confusing but I’m trying to save you from several years of cavities and braces and being that one three year old that everyone stares at because they still use a bottle.  So far the switch is not going well.  When the pediatrician suggested I put one ounce of milk in with 7 ounces of water and then start changing up the ratios to trick you into drinking milk from a cup, my thought was, “my that is a good suggestion for someones child but not mine.”  And I was right, you threw that cup to the ground after one sip.

And so the war continues. You have won the first few battles, but inevitably I will win. I just may not have a head at the end of it. Or a svelte body.

You are a complete and total walker now and even try to run at times. You have great balance except when you are tired and are just now getting very interested in the stairs.  You think it is funny that when I say, no to climbing the stairs to point to your nose.  I know you know the difference between no and nose but you enjoy torturing me with your oh so cute tricks.  You know what no means because right before you do something you aren’t supposed to you look at me and say no and then go right ahead into the pantry to see if you can find something that makes a good sound when thrown.

Holy moly kid you are a good mimic.    You are trying to say real words all the time.  When I come in and say good morning you reply, “gooog mum.”  You can say toe, shoe and ball know what those items are (you also say mama, dada, no and yah).  In your little head I imagine you are saying exactly what I’m saying but your mouth can’t pronounce things yet.

You also recognize hiding games and daily we both “run” around the kitchen island sneaking up on each other and saying “boo.” You say boo! It is quite exciting.  We have to work on your sneaking though because sometimes when you find me you squeal and then say boo.  We also have daily dance parties. You really know how to shake your tail feather and are still loving Adele and Modest Mouse.  You also blow kisses, which actually just involves you licking your hand when I say blow kisses. You haven’t gotten the blowing part down yet.

We are currently dealing with night time and sleep time issues as well. You are tired. You are most definitely tired but you DO NOT want to go to sleep.  You stand and cry and yawn all at the same time.  Kid, if someone put me to bed every night with a full tummy, a clean diaper and did so after giving me a bath and a lotion massage, I would have thought I had died and gone to heaven.  You act like it is Chinese water torture.  This along with the 5am wake up calls cannot continue if you want me to remain sane.

Except not really, because some parents in our neighborhood died in a car crash which left three kids orphaned. When I start to feel like I’m losing my patience I think of them and how they would gladly take one more tantrum filled day over the nothing they have now.

We are having a tough month but I’ll take it gladly in order to experience all the good things your life brings to mine.




One Response to “Thirteen”

  1. Emilia said

    Awww. Love you both!

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