Ellie's 20 month old post!
After a rough day--who am I kidding a rough week, month, year you name it....I am exhausted. I feel tired from the first moment I wake up until the moment I put my head on the pillow--Too late I might add. (insert: hash tag night owl problems)
No matter how tired I am in the morning, I still have the ability to chill at night and keep my distance from my bed. Why? Because night owl goodness is all about the moments your toddler is in bed and you can just BE. It's amazing how fast time flies when you're not trying to stop a one-year old from all the fun things they like to do.
Ellie has changed a TON in the past month or so. It's really insane really. How does life change so much in less than two months? She went from walking around exploring things like "Hey I can finally walk around and do this on my own now! How fun!" and now she's like.........
--look at that box of puzzle pieces let me throw them around the room and swish them around on the hardwood scattering them throughout the house. And while I'm at it might as well carry some around the house and hide them. It's a fun game I play with Mom so when she's vacuuming later she can say, "So that's where Ellie went!"
--Doing something she KNOWS is wrong and runs and hides. Literally. Behind the garbage can. Behind her closet door. Into the bathroom (which she knows is a no-no)
--Speaking of bathrooms, she took her Daddy's $400 phone from its charger to the toilet, dumped it and returned it to him soaking wet as in, "Here you go Daddy! I cleaned it for you!!" It is now broken and no warranty. Merry Christmas!
--Sitting on the couch is not even an option anymore. Climbing, falling off of it to leave marks on her face, and throwing stuff from the couch is much more amusing.
|I just gotta watch Daddy mow! :)|
--She screams. Not just to say hi or anything. It's the lungs that make it real. More than once. Not as a tantrum (usually), but more for the sake of just-because-I-can. It's this constant scream and she laughs about it. She smiles at you like "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
--She loves throwing her food on the floor. She likes to pick up the vinyl table cloth and let things fall. She knows it's a no-no but just seeing things fall is like the first snow. (ugh finally summer so ignore that last comment.)
--Cheese! She constantly asks for cheese. We give her a cheese stick. She peals it apart with her fingers leaving pieces throughout the house. It's like a little mouse letting me know where she's been...one night while nursing her I noticed a chunk behind the nightstand in her room. Gross. What kind of living thing is going to come eat that??? P.S. We have ants and spiders and other crawly things.
--Running is more fun. I knew not to worry about her not walking until "late for her age." I've never seen kindergarteners still trying to figure that out. (Well, maybe some but at least they weren't crawling as their main source of transportation.) We're still working on her "boundaries." But we don't see anything good coming out of it anytime soon. She would run out in the busy street if we let her. She has no idea about "scary cars" or anything fast moving by her. And it only takes a second. For reals.
--She use to love being in a shopping cart. I use to have fun running errands with her (unless it was too close to a nap or bedtime). She use to make errands fun (besides the extra annoyance of diaper bag and time it takes). She loved being in the cart and she would say "hi" to everyone she saw whether they heard her or not. She use to smile at me and point at everything she saw. I would help her learn new words as she tried to figure the world around her. Now it's like torture. If I don't let her get out of the cart she screams and cries and everyone knows where I am in the store (even in Target). But if I let her out she doesn't walk with me. She runs off and likes watching me chase her through aisles. I let her do this ONCE because it wasn't her fault it was nearly her bedtime and Jon and I took her to Lowe's with us to pick up wood for our trim in the bathroom. In the end I had to tell Jon, "just pick whatever and in the end I'll say if I like it or not. But I'm sure you'll pick something nice." So I let Ellie explore the store and continually had to keep her away from the nails & bolts aisle.
P.S. If she spots anything Elmo she calls out "ELMO! ELMO!" and wants it in the cart!
--She eats her poop. I'll be doing the dishes, going potty, changing clothes, folding laundry or picking stuff up to only find Ellie coming to me with poop on her fingers and smacking her lips. EWW!!! She's done this twice. The first time I was like really? But now it seems like it's her new "thing." I constantly find her digging her hand in the back of her diaper All. The. Time. I don't know why. I don't know what started it. She does it while nursing so I usually take her hand to hold it or have her grab my finger. During the day I have to try to keep my eye out. I hand her toys to hold onto. Hopefully this stage ends....yesterday!
--She cries to get what she wants. or at least she THINKS she does. Jon and I are constantly, calmly telling her what she needs to say....but in a polite tone. She gets very whinny all of a sudden and we just don't know when this started exactly. For example she'll cry at our legs and we tell her, "Up please." and she responds with, "okay." (She has started to say what we say when she says the "polite thing." However she's missing the step of saying the polite thing.) However it's so so cute hearing her constantly say, "oookaaay." We have to stick to our guns and help her realize she won't get what she wants by crying and whining. To add to this crying sometimes she'll throw a fit. She'll drop to the floor in agony and cry her little heart out. Breaks this Momma's heart but there's nothing I can do. Life is rough sweetie.
|from March, but still.....|
~I tell you these things not because I want to point out to future Ellie her wrongs. But I want you--whoever you are--to know our life isn't roses and chocolates. (However Ellie thinks that's what poop is.) I don't want you to see update pics on Facebook and think, "Wow her life looks so marvelous and fun!" It's not. It's messy. Hard. Tiring. Lots of screaming. (However with only one kid.) Lots of questioning how to parent. Lots of stuff on the new house. Lots of late night "I give up" conversations.
|face-first dive off couch ouch!|
And when life gives you Ellie.....you rent Elmo movies so you can pick up the kitchen without tantrums. You put a little bit of apple juice in her water after a short nap. Give her to Daddy to take her outside for a bit while he does "manly things." Hand her goldfish so you can shop in piece.
|If your kid sits, let them! :)|
parenting tip 101
It's not that I don't love her. It's that this stage is HARD. I'm looking forward to the day we can have a conversation, one beyond "yeah" and "no." I'm sure that stage gets hard too. It always looks greener on the other side. I came here planning to type about this hard stage and how badly this age causes me to need someone's full attention and just BE ME. But I don't have that. I don't have someone around my age in similar shoes as me. (You know the kind---where if you look at the socks it has smashed food stuck to it, probably been warn more than one day in a row, and feet in much need of a massage. Heck a pedicure. Scratch that. My mom got us one for my birthday. Oh wait. That was a month ago. Not too bad though, right? Getting one once a year is a record for me usually.)
And come on Moms. Let's cut each other some slack. We can't do it alone.
Note: And I know I don't have it as bad as it could be. I only have one kiddo. Matter of perspective. She doesn't have learning disabilities. She's not in the hospital needing assistance. She doesn't have a sibling who keeps me busy or up every hour of the night. But maybe note a few things: Jon and I are still in search of a church, community of friends, and constantly getting stuff done around the house and still trying to "settle" here, and on top of everything else not able to keep up because of these new issues with Ellie.
I also need to add a few things. Honestly I love my daughter. I truly do. She is the sweetest thing. My heart is over flowing. She fills my life with so much joy. When you flip the switch she dances around the room in circles and smiles that big sweet smile of hers. :)
Ellie has so much joy about life. She's just learning how to figure out her emotions and how to communicate. If she's going to be anything like me in the emotions department then we have some tough years ahead! (Sorry Jon.) She's also figuring out boundaries and what hers are....and right now they are limited for her safety.
Even though there are times in the day where I have to step away from her to stay calm, there are so many more moments of happiness and love. She constantly wants cuddled, hugs, and kisses (on the lips of course)! ;) She helps put lotion on my legs and loves to tickle me. She enjoys rubbing bellies and is amused with finding belly buttons. She gets overjoyed when she sees someone she hasn't seen for awhile (Daddy, other family members, Elmo, etc).
|lovin' that yogurt! <3|
She is such a blessing to us!!
Can't believe she's already 20 months old!!
|my sweet baby cuddles :)|