Bedtime with a toddler is an interesting experience. Some nights are quiet and smooth, others involve jumping and yell-counting for 30 minutes straight, and then there are the nights when no number of books or songs seem to satisfy their fickle personalities.
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.
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.)
I started playing sports when I was 5. Beginning with the “gateway” sport, soccer, and progressing through baseball, track, basketball, and ultimate frisbee (yes, that is a sport), I’ve been playing organized sports all my life. This doesn’t event count the unorganized dabblings in golf, ping pong, football, laser tag, and mud-running.
Friendships aren’t easy. Some last forever, some end sooner than anticipated, and others serve a temporary purpose and fade away without any fanfare. I’d like Isabel to develop solid friendships, and sometimes even wonder just how she will do that (how do kids “make” friends?). But I also know my little angel can be very indecisive.