Apparently the definition of “toddler” is somewhat up for grabs. Of course, it would be quite reasonable for one to be considered a toddler as soon as one can actually toddle (which Exie can’t yet). But often times it seems like it simply means someone between 1 and 3 years old (which Exie is). So either we already have a toddler instead of a baby, or we will soon.
But hold on one second! We’re not done with the baby stuff yet. Do we absolutely have to move on to the next stage? Already? I *like* it that she talks nonsense. Of course it’s great to see her learning words and starting to actually communicate, but that means that pretty soon she’ll never again blabber on for five minutes in complete gibberish. And it will be easier when she can consistently feed herself, but it’s fun to do it for her and watch her consider the momentous meaning of every mouthful. She’ll never again be able to try tofu for the first time. And crawling will go away. That’s a shame, cause there’s not much cuter than that little booty going furiously back and forth as she scrambles across the room. And while it can be a major time suck, I liked rocking her to sleep. Now we rock her for a few minutes and put her down in her crib. So she no longer falls asleep in my arms. Bummer. I’ll take the tendinitis that goes with it. And what about the clothes that she only wore a few times before she grew out of them? Pretty soon we’ll have to buy shoes where the hole part is not bigger than the rest of the shoe. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
It is ridiculous how many people say to you, as a new parent, “They grow up so fast.” Yea, yea, heard that before. Only a million times. Guess what? It’s true.
toddler?
Apparently the definition of “toddler” is somewhat up for grabs. Of course, it would be quite reasonable for one to be considered a toddler as soon as one can actually toddle (which Exie can’t yet). But often times it seems like it simply means someone between 1 and 3 years old (which Exie is). So either we already have a toddler instead of a baby, or we will soon.
But hold on one second! We’re not done with the baby stuff yet. Do we absolutely have to move on to the next stage? Already? I *like* it that she talks nonsense. Of course it’s great to see her learning words and starting to actually communicate, but that means that pretty soon she’ll never again blabber on for five minutes in complete gibberish. And it will be easier when she can consistently feed herself, but it’s fun to do it for her and watch her consider the momentous meaning of every mouthful. She’ll never again be able to try tofu for the first time. And crawling will go away. That’s a shame, cause there’s not much cuter than that little booty going furiously back and forth as she scrambles across the room. And while it can be a major time suck, I liked rocking her to sleep. Now we rock her for a few minutes and put her down in her crib. So she no longer falls asleep in my arms. Bummer. I’ll take the tendinitis that goes with it. And what about the clothes that she only wore a few times before she grew out of them? Pretty soon we’ll have to buy shoes where the hole part is not bigger than the rest of the shoe. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
It is ridiculous how many people say to you, as a new parent, “They grow up so fast.” Yea, yea, heard that before. Only a million times. Guess what? It’s true.