This month was a big month for David. It was maybe, in a toddler’s economy, the biggest month. This month, David met Elmo. I’m not sure how or when he saw Elmo for the first time, all I know is that suddenly David started asking for Elmo. This might also be a good time to
The funny thing about these updates is that the tone is totally set by the week the update happens to fall on. For example, this month has been amazing. Then last week, David started growing fangs. Some people call them incisors, but these are fangs. All these teeth? They aren’t worth it. Not one bit.
For months now David’s been working on his memoirs. The working title is, “My life with the most boring Mom ever.” Like most toddlers, David is nothing but energy. He loves playing with other kids, especially older kids. He desperately wants an older sibling, four older siblings would be even better. Unfortunately for David, that’s
This is the difference between a baby and a toddler. When you have a baby, and the baby falls a few inches off the couch, you have a panic attack, call your husband in tears, and write a blog about it. When you have a toddler and the toddler smacks his head into a cinder
Since oh, I don’t know, the day I started feeding David solids, he’s refused to eat off a spoon. At first he’d grab the spoon and guide it to his mouth. Then he just all-out refused to eat off a spoon. He wouldn’t eat anything off a spoon; yogurt, cereal, not even ice cream. That’s
December has been hard on David. Balls, by far, are his favorite toy, and all December he’s been told that he can’t touch the balls that are glittery, shiny, lit up, made of glass and hung on trees at his eye level. He’s broken two ornaments so far. Neither of them were ours because David
David just turned fifteen months old and, I don’t know, this one might not make it into the baby book. This month we’ve coined the nickname Grumpelstiltskin because it’s cuter than any other expletive that comes to mind when he’s scratching his eyes out because we’re changing his diaper. I’m blaming all this moodiness on
I’ve been counting down the days to David’s fourteen month birthday for a while now. There isn’t any sort of milestone or celebration, but I went over my texts this month and my plan happens to reset on the same day as David’s fourteen month birthday. For a while now every text I’ve sent or
Walking is a weird milestone because it happens so gradually. It’s not like rolling over. When babies learn to roll over it happens in a moment. It’s like this: 8:22 am: baby cannot roll over 8:23 am: baby can roll over Walking is a little more of a process; there’s a big learning curve. When
I know, I know. I’m almost half-a-month late with this one. If I had been this late with his one-month update, that would have meant I had been procrastinating for a third of his life. But now that we count his age in years, two weeks seems like nothing, because nowadays two weeks seem to