I feel like there are some common themes in our day-to-day life now that The Babe is firmly planted in toddlerhood. They generally fall under the category of #lifewithatoddler, but can also be found under #momproblems #wineoclock and #thisistwo.
One look at my Instagram feed and you’ll understand what I mean. Actually, who am I kidding, one glance at the titles for every blog post over the past two months will give it all away.
But because I needed something to write about tonight, here are 10 of the most prominent:
- I’m pretty sure that every inch of my body has officially been used as a pillow now. Including my face. Which seemed oddly comfortable this morning at 5 AM, but there have been mornings where it’s felt like a shard of glass is taking up residence.
- Being achingly tired is the new black. And pretty much a permanent state of being. It doesn’t seem to matter how much (or how little) sleep I get, I’m always exhausted — emotionally and physically.
- I have never had the urge to drink wine and eat chocolate as much as I do now that I’m a parent. I mean, I enjoyed both of those things before being a mama. But now it feels more like my lifeblood.
- Personal space is a thing of the past. The touching starts the minute The Babe wakes up and only ceases when she goes down for sleep. I am the official chair, bed, and stroller. Conversations happen within an inch of my face. Even going to the bathroom is now a two person job.
- What’s mine is hers and what’s hers is hers. It’s rare that I get to have the first bite of anything anymore, let alone getting to enjoy more than a few bites total. Which is odd, because it never feels like The Babe eats anymore. Smoothies are shared, sorbet is shared, rice is … hers.
- Fashion choices are dictated by what will make The Babe happy. My hair is always down. If I’m painting my nails, I must also paint The Babe’s. Glasses are met with screams. Necklaces are shared. As are bracelets. And shoes. As for her outfits, well, that’s up to her. God forbid I have any input there.
- What’s delicious one minute is yucky the next. One day, The Babe will plow through a plate of noodles like it’s the best thing she’s eating in weeks. The next, NO LIKE. Same with hotdogs. She would have eaten them for every meal if we let her, and now it’s like they are don’t even exist. It changes so fast that I’ve lost count of what’s on the “will eat” list and just throw my hands up in the air. Tonight, she ate bread for dinner because apparently everything else was inedible.
- Naps happen whenever and wherever the mood strikes. That includes on the sidewalk, in the grass, on the kitchen floor, in the car when we’re less than a minute away from home, in line at the grocery store juuuuust before checking out, and on Mama’s face. But rarely in the crib or for any significant amount of time.
- Weekends are absolutely meaningless. Pre-mamahood, I looked forward to the weekends because that meant sleeping in, hanging out in bed, binge watching television, and doing whatever I pleased. Now? It’s literally the same exact thing every day of the week. Get up way too early, eat, play, eat, play some more, eat, nap, eat, play, eat again, bath, books, snuggles, and, finally, sleep. Day in and day out, ad nauseam.
- It’s an emotional roller coaster. The Babe will go from hysterical crying to insane giggling in 3.3 seconds flat. Tantrums turn into snuggles turn into giggles turn into crying turn into more giggles turn into more snuggles turn into ‘fia! And lest you think it’s all on her, my emotions are up and down all day long as well. I go from overflowing with love to intense frustration to awe and wonder to get out of my face I need space to you’re the cutest baby EVER.
I’m sure there are a thousand and one other toddlerism that I could cite, but it’s an hour past my bedtime and I’m too tired to think. So if you have any others to add to the least, FEEL FREE.