I started this year in sort of a funk. We had just come off a chaotic (albeit fun) 2 ½ weeks home with our families, Layla was nap-regressing and colds and coughs were on heavy rotation in our house. I was far from as organized and centered as I dreamt I would be starting the New Year. Apparently this is a Mercury retrograde thing so I may not be the only one who was (is) feeling like I’m still playing catch up, and feeling unsettled and scattered. Or maybe it’s just a Mom thing.
The bedtime routine is one we all look forward to in this house. It’s a time to slow down, get quiet and enjoy some one on one time before lights out. The highlight of the routine is when we cuddle on the chair and read books.
ORIGNAL POST WAS POSTED IN MAY 2015. I HAVE SINCE UPDATED IT WITH A YEAR UPDATE
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Original Post —- May, 2015:
We started potty training Ellie a week and a half ago, coincidentally on her 21-month birthday. I thought I’d share about our little mini-journey: the steps we followed and guidelines we’re still following. Looking back I think it’s almost more about when the parents are ready than the child. There are going to be messes, frustrations and your patience will be tried. But your kid is bright – and they’ll get it!
This day came sooner than I planned. But if I’m being fair, I guess I’m rarely ready for Ellie to grow up. She already seems so ahead of the game, communicating beyond her years, understanding more than a 2-year-old should, being so in tune with herself and her surroundings. It’s freaky sometimes – but its obvious she’s ready for this next step, even if I’m not: PRESCHOOL.
If I ever needed proof that routine is important to kids, this is it.
Anyone who knows my daughter knows that she doesn’t sit still for more than a second. There’s a world out there to explore and she’s going to explore it. Not a minute to waste!
And yet, every morning, she asks to go in her “crate.” (I didn’t name it that, she did I promise).
Yes, she requests that she be confined to a tiny 4′ x 3′ space for 30 minutes or so.
I think every parent would like to know what makes a child a good eater. Is it part of the disposition they’re born with? Does it have to do with what Mom eats while pregnant? Is it the foods they’re fed when their young?
This Mother’s Day will be my second. I remember being surprised last year at how much the holiday meant to me, and how happy it made me. I was in the Mommy-club, and surprisingly I felt like I belonged, like I earned my spot. My baby was almost 9 months old, I was starting to settle into our “new normal” and the first couple months were fortunately just far enough away to start becoming a blur. So on that Mother’s Day, I felt good. I felt PROUD.
Is there such a thing as the witching hour for 20 month olds? I swear, it’s like we’ve time-traveled back to when Ellie was a tiny newborn and evenings were … scary. I thought we were in the clear. Not so much.
Ellie is 19 months today (side note: I’m going to be sad to stop counting months soon!) and for the last week or so has been peeing on the potty just about every time we sit her down on it. We do it strategically – like after bath when she always seems to need to pee – or after her milk, right before bedtime. This picture was taken a week or so ago – when she was good about staying seated for awhile. Now she’s in the habit of jumping up mid-stream to celebrate: “Yay Ellie!!!” she says while clapping her hands enthusiastically. She’s usually not done, but is excited to dump the peepee into the big potty (“Ellie do it!” but if she did herself there would be pee everywhere) and then start over. Last night she did this 3 times, and peed each time. The fact that she can cut her peeing into thirds is pretty impressive, haha. She doesn’t go on the potty at daycare but they’ve recommended we start potty training her in the next couple months.
I ran into two moms this morning who were dropping off their babies at daycare for the first time and it brought me right back to Ellie’s first day and I remembered how much of a mess I was. I would like to think my reaction was typical: tears when I arrived, tears when I left, and then all day spent looking at pictures of her and racing to pick her up as early as possible. Everyone told me then – and it’s what I told both mommas I ran into today- it gets easier. It really does. No day is as hard as that first day.