When she was 3 months old, she stayed up for hours on end one night with an incessant case of the giggles. She had figured out how to laugh. It was the first big change. She couldn't stop...she just laughed and laughed and laughed. What should have been seen as our first big leap into the great beyond scared me to death. I took her to my mom's and I called the pediatrician. The call went something like this..."yes, I have a three month old who won't sleep and is giggling in fits...is something wrong...should I bring her in?"
How crazy does that sound now. I couldn't give in and enjoy it. It wasn't how it had "always" in three months been.
When she was eleven months old, I wanted nothing more for her to walk and go to bed at a normal bedtime. All my other friends were able to get their kids down by 8 p.m., why did I have to do everything but stand on my head to get my kiddo down by eleven? I was really worried about milestones. Sure kids don't always walk until they are 13 or 14 months...but by God, this kid is advanced! See the way she held a book and seemed to "read" it!
She talked, laughed, seemed so smart and with it, so why shouldn't the physical follow. Then a week before her birthday the first steps came...and they haven't slowed down.
On the night after her first birthday, exhausted from the excitement and sugar bust she crashed at 8 p.m. and slept until 8 p.m. We literally went up and watched her breathe on multiple occasions. Yes, it was what we wanted, no it wasn't what we expected!
We are entering a similar phase. Very unexpectedly the "potty training in a day" worked. She is so proud and so are we. Accompanying this discovery has been the advent of panties and a new found interest in all things girly. She has always been a ham and a flirt but this is new. She picked out the fanciest dress she could find on Sunday for church and told her Daddy it was her wedding gown. She informed us on Monday that her friend, who happens to be a little boy, "loves" her but that she "loves" her other little friend more. She dances, sings and bats her eyes. She doesn't like dirt and she loves pink. Then out of the blue, just yesterday, she noticed my painted toes. "Mommy, Mommy--paint my toes too!" I obliged and she felt so pretty, that she had to pass it on!.
We are entering a similar phase. Very unexpectedly the "potty training in a day" worked. She is so proud and so are we. Accompanying this discovery has been the advent of panties and a new found interest in all things girly. She has always been a ham and a flirt but this is new. She picked out the fanciest dress she could find on Sunday for church and told her Daddy it was her wedding gown. She informed us on Monday that her friend, who happens to be a little boy, "loves" her but that she "loves" her other little friend more. She dances, sings and bats her eyes. She doesn't like dirt and she loves pink. Then out of the blue, just yesterday, she noticed my painted toes. "Mommy, Mommy--paint my toes too!" I obliged and she felt so pretty, that she had to pass it on!.
Daddy came home, and I rushed out. I got a call on my cell phone about 20 minutes later. "Did you think I wouldn't notice the polish...she isn't even three, you know!" Oh Daddy, buckle your seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
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