More Annoyed than Amused

18 Months

Posted by parsingtime on January 3, 2012

Dear N,

Today you turn 18 months old.  It is also today that I throw you out in the world to fend for yourself. Also known as, preschool. Twice a week.  There will be teachers and 7 other kids but who will help you eat your lunch and who will push you high on the swings? I don’t know. All I do know is that, while I definitely think you are going to take this separation much worse than I am, I’m still a little sad that you are going to spend 6 hours doing interesting things without me.  Also, all the crying and clinging I’m expecting today doesn’t help.  I hope that eventually you really love going to school and that you love to learn.  There are so many interesting things to know and learn how to do . Plus if you ever want to beat me at trivia games you are going to have to bring your A game.

This month you have run everywhere, but mostly you run to the park. You have had both mommy and daddy home for the last two weeks and visits from both sets of grandparents which has resulted in a lot of new toys and books and lots of visits to the park to swing.  You love nothing more than being outside.  And are constantly on the look out for birds, cats and dogs.  Sometimes you spot things before I do. You’re an observant kid and you like to mimic actions you see other people doing.  It is because of your love of copying that you have such clean teeth and ears.  Nothing pleases you more than having a tooth brush or a q tip in your hand.   You also recently received  a purse from Aunt Emilia and like to fill it with your special treasures. So when the floss goes missing or I can’t find my car keys, I will inevitably find them in your purse.

You can now say more complex things like “more please” and “daddy bye bye”  and bigger words like gentle (along with the accompanying action) and yogurt.   Also when you say no a lot of times you say, “no kay” which I find amusing. You call food “numo” and water “wadi.” You also tell me when I’m translating you wrong.  Like when I thought you said poopy yesterday you repeated yourself and said woof.  Ah, yes, puppy, woof.  Sorry for confusing the two.

Speaking of poopy. You are potty training yourself. As in you go up to the bathroom door, bang on it and say pee pee.  I then undress you, you grab a wad of tissues to rub all over your stomach and proceed to pee pee.  It is all sorts of crazy.  Now, you don’t do it every time but usually a couple of times a day you pee pee in the potty.  And thank goodness you like sitting on the big people seat because emptying a potty seems like more work than a diaper.

Now that you are 18 months old I’m starting to get lots of questions on when people should expect the next Time baby.  I struggle with this regularly.  You always answer no to the brother or sister question.  So there’s that vote.  And I, well if you are going to have a sibling I don’t want to wait too long and at the same time I’m pretty happy with you.  The thought of not sleeping again and adding to the Niger river delta map on my stomach gives me palpitations.  No good answer to this question, but I will give you a piece of advice: unless there is a baby shooting out of a woman’s vagina don’t ask her if she is pregnant.

When I ask you if you are a baby or a big girl you always respond, “beee gurl.”  And you are. The chubby, toothless, babbling baby of a few short months ago has been replaced with a big girl who can run, climb, ask for things, respond to commands, sing ABC and get into all sorts of mischievous trouble. It is crazy.

I love you bee gurl.



One Response to “18 Months”

  1. Emilia said

    I am going to make it a point to add no kay and wadi to my vocabulary.

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