Isabel started attending “school” (aka structured day-care) a little over a month ago and she loves it. There are new kids to swap germs with, new books to read, and new toys to entertain her. Well, apparently she became obsessed with the toy babies, so mama decided it would be a good idea to get her one for her birthday. And let me tell you, this thing is awesome!
(This image was chosen because it makes about as much sense as toddler-speak.)
It’s a known fact that toddlers make no goddamn sense. Their grasp on the English language is loose, to say the least. And while I would love to always give my kid an A for effort, sometimes it’s merely a B-.
Is it OK to call your child a freak, if it’s true?
Isabel is in this stage where she goes from adorable to satanic to hilarious to unbearable and back to to adorable, within the same breath.
Isabel is a little daredevil sometimes. She sees something to climb and thinks that she can start climbing and nothing will happen because we will magically save her, or carry her up the ladder/slide/steps/dangerous apparatus.
Buying a car ranks in the top 5 (maybe even top 3) most frustrating, complicated, and arduous activities known to mankind. Not only do you have to figure out what you want/need, but then you have to crunch endless numbers, arrange financing, test drive, listen to chatty (and sometimes pushy) salespeople, go home, think about it, go somewhere else, think about it some more, finally make a decision, and then endure another 2 hours of paperwork. And that’s without kids. Add kids into the mix and it makes this nightmare, even more nightmarish.
We started exploring potty training several weeks ago. Mama bought the kid-sized potty, toilet seat adapter, hand-washing stool, and several books to encourage and hype-up “the potty”. We even got lucky a couple times and Isabel went potty while sitting on her own potty. (She also crapped on the floor next to the potty because I stopped paying attention for about 30 seconds.)
It’s kind of like herding cattle…No! Those are dog toys!
The pairing of these two phrases, uttered in succession, is parenting a toddler in a nutshell. One second they are holding your hand, and then they catch a glimpse of something bright in the aisle of the grocery story and you find them gnawing on a piece of plastic, or removing all the price tags from the shelves.