Posts Tagged ‘sixteen months old’
The girls love Legoland.
We have passes, so we try to go as often as we can. That usually means we visit the parks about once a month.
This past visit was a special visit because it made me very aware of how much the girls are growing up.
For the longest time, K’s visits to Legoland were pretty uneventful. She’d spend most of her time in the stroller or in someone’s arms. She never really walked around. She was content with simply people watching.
This time, she was old enough to want to get more involved in the visit. She walked around a lot more. She ran around and played with the Lego toys. She sat by the stage to watch the Lego Friends musical show. She thoroughly enjoyed her trip to the aquarium.
M has spent most of her visits playing around with Legos and watching almost every showing of the Lego Friends musical. When weather permits, she’d spend the rest of the visit at the water park. She would enjoy all the hands-on experiences that Legoland offers.
This time, she was old enough to enjoy Mini-land. All the different city displays created out of Legos finally caught her eye. She loved running around to the different displays and catching all the tiny details. She was in awe and I finally saw how mature she was becoming.
I enjoy watching my girls grow up. I enjoy watching their interests change. I enjoy watching how mature they are becoming. I enjoy seeing them change.
It’s interesting to watch how their interactions with Legoland are affected as they get older…
I love parenthood.
After dropping off M at school one day, K and I decided to do a Michael’s run. I had a couple of items I needed to buy for an order and the morning was the perfect time to do so.
K was not up to it at all. She wanted out of the shopping cart. She wanted to walk around on her own.
I had to shop. I had to listen to the whining that turned into crying, that almost turned into screaming.
Thank God for the woman that was in line before me. Having been through this phase in motherhood, she understood that K was probably not going to last much longer and let me make my purchase before her.
By the time, we were done and on our way out of the store, K was practically in tears. The screaming hadn’t started yet. It was more her ‘pity cry’ than her “i’m mad, get me out of here NOW” cry.
I took her out of the shopping cart, put the items into the car, and right as I was going to put her into the carseat, she holds me tighter.
She obviously didn’t want to get strapped down into another seat again.
With time to kill, I let her hold me. I held her back, I squeezed her tight. I comforted her.
We stood in the parking lot, holding each other and I was swaying back and forth. We were dancing in the parking lot.
It was all she needed.
It was a pretty hectic morning. It had been a pretty hectic few days. All she wanted was to slow down and take a break.
She just wanted hugs. She just wanted comfort.
We danced in the parking lot for about 10-15 minutes. Eventually her hold on my relaxed. We played a bit with her in my arms. We laughed. I talked, she babbled.
When it came time to finally put her back into the carseat, she was fine. She let me strap her in. She didn’t fuss. She didn’t complain. Everything was pleasant again.
In the middle of all the chaos that is our day to day lives, it’s hard to remember to just slow down and take a break.
Thanks, K. Lesson learned.
I microwaved scrambled eggs for the first time.
Seriously, where has that been all my life?
I’m always a bit hesistant to cook eggs in the morning because it’s such a hassle.
But microwaving? What a life saver!
I’ll be the first to admit that microwaved scrambled eggs are NOT as good as stove top scrambled eggs. However, it’s a quick and easy way to get some eggs for breakfast.
I scrambled two eggs into a microwave safe bowl. I added some Lawry’s season salt for taste.
Then, I popped them into the microwave for 30 seconds.
At that point, only the outer edge of the eggs are cooked, so I stirred it all up and added another 30 seconds.
Stirred that up again and did another 30 seconds.
By then, most of the eggs are cooked, only a small amount of liquid is left. I mixed that around and found that they remaining liquid cooked itself as the eggs were sitting there and mixed.
And there they are in all their microwaved glory. Now the consistency is much firmer than eggs I normally cook on the stove top. I supposed microwaving them for less time, or adding some milk could soften the consistency. However, I didn’t mind the firmness at all.
In fact, I believe that the firm consistency is the reason K liked them so much. She usually spits out my stove top scrambled eggs. I think it may have something to do with the slightly mushy texture it leaves in her mouth. But these eggs were a hit!
And here is a very blurry shot of the action. (Yes, we were eating breakfast in the living room on the couch. Sometimes, we like to live on the wild side.)
I can’t wait to experiment with some add-in ingredients to make these eggs more exciting and yummier!
My kids have a gift. My kids have a talent.
My kids have the ability to make me look like I have no control over them whatsoever whenever we are in public.
They make me look like I’m a completely ‘hot mess mama’ that can’t handle her own kids.
I don’t know how they do it.
And I swear that when I’m home, I have things seemingly under control. At least, I think I do.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have to interact with other people, that I feel like my kids behave better when we are at home?
Maybe it’s because there are more things to see, hear and experience out than at home?
Maybe it’s because I’m just fooling myself into thinking I have things under control when I’m home? That’s probably it.
K is at the age where she needs to experience everything. I’m serious when I say EVERYTHING. Today, at Costco, she felt the need to feel every package of bread that was within her reach. EVERY. SINGLE. PACKAGE.
And I get it. She’s at a very exploratory age. She uses all her senses to get a feel for the world surrounding her. But, when she refuses to sit in the shopping cart, so I compromise and allow her to walk while holding my hand, AND we have to keep up with Hubby and M ahead of us?
What about when M is in dance class and I can barely stop K from wanting to get on that dance floor and join the class. Thank goodness for the large waiting area in the back of the class, but it’s a real struggle to keep her on the carpeted area instead of the dance floor. And when she refuses to cooperate, she screams. Loud. So loud the whole class can hear. And I cringe. It feels like I have no control over that kid.
Or the time when we were at the music store and I was purchasing a piano book for M. I’m at the register holding K trying to pay for the book when she decides she just wants to go down. She begins to squirm and wiggle. When that doesn’t work, she screams. Loud. Loudly, in my ears. On top of that, M decides she wants to try out the bongo drums. With nodes (click here), I’m not allowed to talk over loud noises. So, I’m wrestling with K, trying to keep her in my arms. I’m begging M to please stop playing the drums. I’m wrestling with K again to stop trying to remove all the contents out of my wallet. I’m begging M AGAIN to quit playing the drums. I’m trying so hard to stay calm for the sake of my vocal chords and because I’m sure the store would not appreciate a mom having a meltdown.
I wanted to drop everything I was doing, sit on the floor and just cry. Seriously. I was THAT overwhelmed. I wanted to give up and just wait for Hubby to come and rescue me.
I felt like I lost all control.
We’ve all been there, right?
But it is what it is. I held K a little tighter. Gave her a bunch of kisses and talked her through all the frustration (which was probably more for me than anything else). M eventually listened and stopped banging the drum. I purchased the book. We went home.
The whole scenario probably lasted five minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
And in the grand scheme of things, this is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to parenting trials. This is all probably the easy stuff.
But c’mon! Can’t they make me look like I have everything under control sometimes? I mean, can’t they help me look like less flustered? Just do mommy a favor and stop making me look like a hot mess all the time.
I know I’m not the only one that feels this! Share your story in the comments below!
At the end of last year, I said that things were going to be changing..
One major goal for this year was to utilize the space of our apartment, reorganize, and make better use of our space.
We’ve been working a lot on our living and dining rooms and it’s marvelous!
For the living room, we replaced all the cardboard boxes we were using to store M’s toys with a piece of Ikea toy storage furniture:
With all the toys and books that M had, I was really surprised that the Trofast holds it all. Using this instead of the cardboard boxes of diapers and wipes really made our living room look more organized, less cluttered, and so spacious!
M really loves the bins too, not only does she love pouring the contents all over the living room floor, she loves sitting in them, or climbing on top of them..
We also replaced the TV stand with an old one from my brother in law. It has a smaller footprint than our old TV stand, so it also gave us a little bit more room.
I’m loving our living room. M has so much room to run around, when she doesn’t scatter her toys everywhere.. and it’s so easy to just take and toss her toys into the bin at the end of the day.
I’m loving this reorganization!
Once hubby and I became parents, it’s like we joined this club.
“First Time Parents With Small Children Club”
No special badge or handshake. Just bringing the child is indication of membership.
Last week, Hubby, M and I were at our local pho restaurant when we saw a father with his toddler daughter having dinner.
It was like the signaling beacon went off and we all felt the need to make contact with our fellow club member.
Throughout the dinner, we’d exchange glances between the father and Hubby and I. That familiar smile of, “I totally know what you’re going through” during that evening’s dinner battle solidified the bond we had with this father. Glances were even exchanged between our daughter and his daughter, as if they knew, “Our parents are new at this, lets make things as interesting as possible!”
By the end of dinner, a connection was made and contact was established.
Father: How old’s your little one?
Me: Sixteen months, yours?
Father: Nineteen months..
Initial contact always begins with asking how old your child is. It’s like verifying that you truly belong in the club.. AND it seems like you aren’t truly in the club unless you address your child’s age by MONTHS, not years..
Next form of contact establishes sympathy toward both parties.
Father: Oh, they are close in age.
Me: Yup.. same age, same mess…
Father: Tell me about it!
Once sympathies have been established, it’s time to get the kids involved..
Me: Look M, baby!
Contact between both girls.. check and check!
Finally, the questions are asked. I think this part of the conversation helps parties know that they aren’t the only one dealing with the trials and triumphs of raising a child.. a toddler in our situation..
Father: Is your daughter persistent? Like, if she wants something, she will ask and ask and ask and ask until she gets it?
Me and hubby: Oh yes! They want it on their time!
Father: That gets to me sometimes. I’m in the middle of taking care of something else, I can get to it when I can..
Me and hubby: Oh we know the feeling..
This affirmation is followed by a quick laugh.. knowing that it’s totally normal for to go through those things with our toddlers and that our momentary feelings of frustration are totally normal! Sigh.. what a relief!
We get things all situated and say our goodbyes.. til the next club meeting..
C’mon parents.. you know it’s happened to you too! Share your experiences in the comments!
M’s new sippy cup has a simple plastic covering over the spout so when we travel, it’s covered up from all the germs in the air.. In her carseat, she wanted something to drink so I have it to her with the cover lifted up. She started biting the cover so I took it off, but she asked for it back “ahn” (babyspeak for “on”) again. I attached the cover back on, and covered the spout with it so she wouldn’t bit the cover. She figured out how to remove the cover off the spout and proceeded to bit the cover.. TODDLER TRIUMPH!
M has tons of large toys that serve as a silent barrier to places that she isn’t supposed to go to. A lot of these toys have wheels and can be easily moved, but for the longest time, she never realized this. The other day, she took one of those barrier toys and wheeled it away. She noticed the space it created and the area that opened up for her, and without hesitation, walks right into it. Oh, the look on her face.. TODDLER TRIUMPH!
M loves those toddler cups with the straws (similar brand to the sippy cups we use for her). I remember the day she realized that she can remove the straw to make a nice wet puddle in her highchair tray… TODDLER TRIUMPH!
These kids are definitely smarter than we give them credit for. Their curiosity and need to touch everything and anything gives them the drive to discover things you wouldn’t think they were old enough to figure out. The looks on their faces when then do figure them out is priceless.
Share your toddler triumphs in the comments! I’d love to hear them!