{"id":183,"date":"2007-03-09T15:48:20","date_gmt":"2007-03-09T23:48:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/09\/happy-18-months-addikins\/"},"modified":"2007-03-09T15:48:20","modified_gmt":"2007-03-09T23:48:20","slug":"happy-18-months-addikins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.com\/wordpress\/?p=183","title":{"rendered":"Happy 18 months, Addikins!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Jellybean &#8211;<br \/>\nYou are 18 months old today. It amazes me how quickly you seem to be leaving your babyhood behind while plunging full force into toddlerhood, and I do mean *plunging*.  You are insanely active and utterly fearless. You take my &#8220;no&#8217;s&#8221; as mere guidelines in everything from jumping on (and off) the couch to climbing the highest slide at the park.<\/p>\n<p>Your favorite things to do this month include wearing anybody&#8217;s shoes. If someone leaves a shoe out..chances are you&#8217;ll find it and put it on. You are especially fond of your rainboots, or Emma&#8217;s boots. And most of the time you are running around with just a diaper or a t-shirt on. With the rainboots.  It is just too much cuteness.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_18_3.jpg\" title=\"ad_18_3.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_18_3.jpg\" title=\"ad_18_3.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_18_3.jpg\" alt=\"ad_18_3.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>You have also become an incredible &#8220;helper&#8221; to Mama. You love to use the broom, and &#8220;meme up&#8221; (clean up) your toys, and you are very fond of throwing things away. Everything. Daddy and I have to go through the trash periodically just to make sure you haven&#8217;t declared something garbage that really isn&#8217;t. Things I have found in the trash include: your baby, the remote, the dustpan (you were probably throwing the dirt in the dustpan away &#8211; so this is actually understandable!), Emma&#8217;s headband, Mommy&#8217;s cellphone &#8211; just to name a few.<\/p>\n<p>You have also been very interested in the potty, so we are working on it. You are back to sleeping 12+ hours at night (Thank God for <em>huge<\/em> favors), and now that you are able to vocalize your wishes, there has been a little less screaming and a little more peace around the house, as well.<\/p>\n<p>The talking is probably the biggest change, from even one month ago. I cannot even remember all of the words you know. It is definitely well, well over a hundred. You will repeat anything anybody says to you, especially Emma. You can put little couple word sentences together. And, the craziest thing, is that you get concepts&#8230;like &#8220;heavy.&#8221;  If you pick something up that is just a little too big for you to lift you say &#8220;oh&#8230;heaby!&#8221;  Some of my very favorite words you say include: wub you (I love you), oh no!, bess you (bless you), elcome (you&#8217;re welcome), peas (please), mahwr? (more), tankle (twinkle) and of course, Mommy! It makes my heart soar when I come home or walk into the Kids Klub at the gym, and you come running full speed screaming &#8220;Mommy!&#8221; and then throw yourself into my arms and say &#8220;Ah Mommy&#8221; with a little sigh.  All I can do is think, &#8220;yes, this is what being a Mom is all about.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_18_2.jpg\" title=\"ad_18_2.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_18_2.jpg\" alt=\"ad_18_2.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Oh, and your kisses! Daddy and I laugh so hard at your kissing technique. I may have to try to capture it on video because it is just so hard to describe. If I ask for a kiss, you stop what you are doing, become deadpan serious and just move your face straight towards my face.  You don&#8217;t pucker up, but you just press your lips to mine and then you back straight away. It is almost like you are a robot! And so serious. It is just too funny.<\/p>\n<p>There is just so many things you do right now that reminds me that this is absolutely my favorite age! Even with the &#8220;terrible-2&#8221; temper tantrums looming, I just love the active, curious, excitable stage you are at\u00a0 &#8211;\u00a0 even though, most of the time, it goes against all of my clean, orderly sensibilities.<\/p>\n<p>I think the major responsiblity of a parent is to steer their children down the right path. Helping them to &#8220;figure it out&#8221; for themselves, but always being close by to pick them up and kiss away their tears.  In theory, this is a brilliant plan, but it is much harder to practice. I am trying to really stop and just let you go. Just be a kid, be messy, be curious, be active. Be&#8230;you.<\/p>\n<p>But each little step you take away from me, also breaks my heart a little, too.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_walk.jpg\" title=\"ad_walk.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_walk.jpg\" title=\"ad_walk.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/03\/ad_walk.jpg\" alt=\"ad_walk.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I am happy to follow behind you while I still can and help pick you up. Just please don&#8217;t run away too fast.<br \/>\nI love you,<br \/>\nMommy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Jellybean &#8211; You are 18 months old today. It amazes me how quickly you seem to be leaving your babyhood behind while plunging full force into toddlerhood, and I do mean *plunging*. 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