Amelia is 2 days shy of the 16 months mark and I have been noticing some transitions in her lately that I think I will regret not having a record of. Since I feel like I am an experienced enough mother to know that the pre-marked milestones that revolve typically around your child’s wellness checkups are not really the ultimate markers, and simply guidelines for new parents to obsess over on baby websites, I have been doing what all experienced parents do: compare each new child to his/her older sibling(s) and freak out when they haven’t met a milestone at the exact same time. Seriously, how about growing some teeth a little faster? Mama is tired of steaming the nutrients out every vegetable that you can’t chew, plus it takes too long and involves an extra dirty pot to wash.
Ok, so maybe I am being a little sarcastic. The truth is that what I have noticed, even after having my first for a while, that every child is different, and even though we all think about the milestones and feel like our kid has a brain the size of Einsteins when they meet them sooner than Dr. Sears said they typically do, the reality is that I can see where the kids are growing and which things they are in the process of figuring out and which things they may have put on hold, or decided to skip ahead to. And although for the most part my kids reached milestones in a similar timeline, each had some difference. The girl is making sure that just because she is the fourth child we shouldn’t think everything will just be business as usual. She is mixing it up a little. She finally started walking more consistently this week (and over the weekend), after several months of cruising and pushing her cart and stroller but opting for a fast crawl when unassisted, and she is pretty feisty and has a tendency for some serious dramatic exaggerations. It’s kind of comical, although of course I almost feel bad laughing at all of it, but you know, I laugh anyway:). And then I proceed to ignore it all so she doesn’t get in the habit and turn into some sort of crazy two year old that I have to constantly discipline and remove from public places kicking and screaming.
She is exploring with vocabulary, her favorite being hello, hi, daddy, doggy, and Elliott. She knows a lot of words that she can’t say, which is to be expected. She is also very good at asking for things by saying mo (like more), even if she hasn’t had any of that particular thing yet. She loves stuffed animals, and dolls, and plays with her toys in a way that they are actually meant to be played with, which is very different from my boys, who even with her baby toys, turn them into something to throw, or bang, or turn into a weapon or ninja or something that a little pretend makeup powder puff is not meant to be.
D and I have figured out a lot of the girl stuff now. We get the point of bloomers that come with outfits, I explained to him that tights cannot be worn with tshirts as if they were pants (after hoping for about 14 months that maybe he will notice that it looks strange, and even going as far as parading in the house in tights and a tshirt myself to see if that looks strange), and I have really gotten good at the hair part, which I am pretty excited about because curly hair is so different from straight hair and with her it is a bigger deal than with the boys, who although also have curly hair, I found to be a lot less nervous about when they were little.
The other day we looked at the monitor and noticed that she was sleeping as she always does, on her stomach with her butt sticking up in the air and her knees slightly tucked in, except that her diaper seemed to have slid down so we were seeing pretty much her whole butt on the monitor. D did bed time that night so he was feeling pretty silly about not putting it on high enough so he went in to her room quietly (around 11 PM) and pulled up her diaper and pj pants. I watched on the monitor to see if she would wake up and she started to stir. But not to cry or call someone. She actually woke up and pulled the pants and diaper off her butt (not all the way off, just enough to free her tush), turned on her mobile pushing the button several times till her jam came on, and went back to sleep in the same position. She has done this every night and now day time nap too for over a week. Yesterday I was working from home and she called me just a little bit into her nap saying “mama, mama, mama”, which is not something she does a lot and she typically sleeps longer. I walked into her room and found her standing in her crib, her diaper off her bottom as at night and the previous few naps, and her hand reaching for me. I got closer and realized that her hand was covered in poop. And there was a bunch of it on her sheet and none in her diaper. She managed to get some in her hair, also. She looked at me and said “poopoo”, and I looked at her, and blurted out, “Oh, shit”. And that’s what it was. Literally.