For C’s first year of life, I wrote monthly posts that outlined all the changes that she had gone through that month. A lot of times, writing those things was a little tedious and tricky because when it comes to babies, I don’t really know what I’m looking at. It kind of reminds me of this little game B sometimes plays with me where he shows me all the things that he found on Tumblr that day and is all LOOK AT THIS OMG.
And then I’m all, Erm, it looks like a GIF that ate some bad ham and should really proceed to its nearest medical facility posthaste.
And then he’s like EXACTLY. It.Is.Amazing and it deserves the 1.8 billion notes that it has.
And then I walk away and wonder what just happened.
That’s kind of like babies and me. I don’t really know what’s happening in real time. When you’re in the thick of it, you have neither the time nor the energy to agonize over every single thing they do and wonder if you’re scarring them for life. I can look at the contents of her diaper and think, “Wow, maybe I shouldn’t feed her spinach and blue M&Ms so often”, but do I actually take anything away from that little moment of learning? Ha.
But then they become toddlers. The very instant C gives me a clear indication that I am doing something very, very right and that what I am looking at is none other than my divine parenting skills in human form, she has the habit of throwing it back in my face no fewer than 23 minutes later.
C has never been a particularly snuggly baby. It’s just not really her style, and from one non-hugger to another, I can respect that. Girl needs her personal space. So the other night after I changed her into her overnight diaper and pantammies, it came as a major shock to my system when she embraced me for solid two minutes and stroked my arm and whispered “Mama, C, Mama, C” the entire time. It was basically a page out of I’ll Love Your Forever and I died in the best possible way and vowed to never do anything except bake pies for my child for the rest of my life.
Therefore, is it really a surprise that today she bit me on my arm? I think she was just checking to see what would happen. (Oh and PS: time out happened.) We were just sitting there, reading a book with B, and she turned and bit me. It being fall, I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, which now has a hole in it.
It’s almost like she planned it. Her little manic cuddle session was basically biting insurance.
Someone once told me that the child you have at age 1.5 is the child you will have at 16. Although this does not bode well for my wardrobe, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I mean, have you smelled a toddler’s freshly-washed hair?
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