Friday, February 3, 2012

All Legs and No Brain

Is it just me or is 18 months an impossibly hard stage for a baby?  Or maybe not so much for the baby, but maybe more for the parents of an 18 month old?  Finley cries at the drop of a hat over anything and everything.  And I'm not just talking about a little crying fit, I'm talking about a throw yourself on the floor screaming, kicking, and wailing fit.  She's a master at it.  I put her down the other morning to get her milk out of the fridge and she starts wailing for 10 minutes straight.  I gave her a yogurt the other morning for a snack and she starts screaming incessantly.  It's crazy and funny all at the same time.

Someone described this stage to David as "all legs and no brain" and it could not be closer to the truth.  She's non-stop and into everything, which I know is normal for an 18 month old.  She's the nomad of the house and roams all over getting into stuff that I didn't even know she could get into.  Again, all normal and typical behavior of an 18 month old.  Who knew that that my credit cards in my closed wallet, in my purse, on the couch, could be so much fun?  I had her in for her 18 month check up today and I asked the doctor about the tantrums and fits.  He said the best thing I can do is ignore the fits and really praise her when she does the right thing.   He said that to her a 15 minute tantrum only seems like seconds while it seems like 14 hours to me.  It's a battle of wills.  I had to laugh to myself the other day when I had a conference with her teacher.  She told me that Finley is the most easy going and laid back baby.  I almost fell out of my seat and reminded her that we are talking about Finley.  At least she's good for her teachers.

The good thing is that we love her to pieces.  And she's pretty darn cute, or at least we think so.  And I don't want it to seem like she never has her cute and precious moments, which she clearly does.  I guess all the fussiness and tantrums make me really appreciate the sweet times even more.  Like when she shows you her pudgy Buddha belly or when she's figured something out new like where to put her baby doll's bottle.  Or when she blows strangers kisses in parking lots or in the grocery store.  Or when she learns a new word or when she points to right dog when we say "where's Otto or where's Napoleon"?  Or when we ask her to smile and she opens her mouth and squints her eyes.  Or when we ask her where her her nose is and she points to her ears.  Or when spins around or when she dances and stomps her feet.  Or the other night when I had both girls to myself because David was out of town.  We were upstairs getting ready for bath and I had taken off Finley's diaper and let her run around naked for a bit.  Little did I know that she had pooped in her diaper and before I could grab her and put her on the changing table, she walked over to the wall, put her booty up against it and sat down.  Thus, leaving a poop smear on the wall and on the hardwood (luckily) floor.  So, I pick her up, clean her off, and then put her back down for a second while I tried to clean up the mess.  As soon as I set her down, she walks right over to the poopy floor, looks at me in the eye, laughs and then steps in the poop and laughs again.  She's such a stinker but she blesses our lives in so many ways.

Parents out there, do you agree with this stage being the hardest or is it just me?

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