denial is my favorite place.

Posted on | July 19, 2010 | 25 Comments

so it really isn’t new information – but i have a toddler. since her first birthday i have been firmly planted in denial land, only letting the word itself slip on rare occasions, still calling her a baby the majority of the time. in fact, one time i claimed i would never call her a toddler until 3 things happened: she walked, she bit me, and she smeared her poop all over the wall during a nap or something. apparently my pre-req’s were dumb because she only does one (walk, duh) but she is undoubtedly, officially, no looking back – a toddler.

exhibit A: SHE IS HUGE.

the first thing i noticed about this photo was how grown up she looks. sure, she has the binkie, and chubby toes – but she also has a ponytail (not PIGGY, PONY, as in ONE) and just looks…big. she is finally almost caught up to her size in clothes, and a week or so ago at target, a dad with a 6 year old and a babyseat in tow looked at me and said “20 months?”. i was both very impressed and very excited that my little nugget (once mistaken for a little person at the park – no i’m not kidding) finally looked her age! how exciting. and sad.

exhibit B : her attitude.

i don’t have a photo of this. i don’t want a photo of this. people are always surprised when i say H has a strong personality or can throw a mean tantrum. i suppose she saves all that for me? she is getting very opinionated, she knows exactly what she likes and what she doesn’t and her new “thing” is testing us. oh you don’t want me to touch that? i’m gonna touch it and look you straight in the eye to see what your plan is. oh you don’t have one? that’s what i thought, IMBECILES. this is where we need to get all supernanny soon because a naughty spot is now necessary. like, very necessary. if you’d like to send sedatives or xanax (for me, obv) for the next year or so, please email me for my mailing address.

exhibit C: WTHair?

i just…i don’t even know where this hair came from. all of a sudden i’m like brushing this child’s hair. do babies need their hair brushed? no they do not. because it is not long and flowy and curly. but toddlers? their hair is. oy vey.

exhibit D: she brings the fun.

i think i say this at every juncture, but this age, even with all the whining and tantrums and testing, is so! freaking! fun! i did adore her when she was a fat chunk who sat on a blanket in the middle of the room and gummed a teether whilst trying to not bobble her head, but this? this is awesome. nothing beats hearing “luh you mommy!” and going to the park and sharing a snack and reading books and watching her understand. we color, we play with puzzles, we run, we tell jokes (well i fart, she laughs and says “poop!”) (wow i just shared that with the interwebs, moving on?), we put things away in baskets, we dance. it’s amazing. she is amazing. i do wish i could freeze this age…but since i always say that, i’m assuming even more amazingness is right around the corner.

post summary: my made up prerequisites for things are dumb. kids do what they want. like grow up or whatever.

thanks for continuing to give us a click! i love you like iced coffee and narwhals. and pugs and peep toe heels. and johnny depp and squishy baby knees. and pho! I LOVE YOU LIKE WOAH is what i’m saying here.

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