Brooke went to the doctor on Monday (to have her hoarse voice issue checked out - we're going to reevaluate at her 9 month appt.) She weighed in at 26 lbs 10 oz., the 50th percentile for - wait for it - a 2 year old. A toddler. Not surprisingly, my 8-month-old now officially outweighs her 2 year old cousin.
Take a moment to let that sink in.
OK, let's proceed. So Brooke heard "size of a 2 year old" and decided that gave her permission to act like one. That's right, we have entered the Terrible Two's in this house. Or at least it feels that way. The Big Lady now has a temper. Sigh. Trust me when I say I'm working feverishly to quell this behavior before it gets out of hand. Meltdowns are not well-received. Because she's so mobile now (more on that in a minute,) we're constantly chasing her around and pulling her away from things she's not allowed to be into. She does not appreciate this. At this age, she doesn't yet understand boundaries, so I think consistency is key. If we're consistent in what we allow her to play with, she'll eventually learn...or at least that's what I keep telling myself. It's just going to be a battle of wills.
Our day has become one giant game of shadow. Either she's following me around, hoping to get ahold of whatever I have or whining for me to pick her up, or I'm tailing her, making sure she's not getting into trouble. Because if I don't tail her, I end up having to say things like "Brooke, let's not use the toilet to stand ourselves up" or "Brooke, the trash can is not a toy." Or I'll find her climbing up the stairs or trying to eat the curtains. I try really hard to strike a balance between hovering and letting her be independent. If what she wants to play with is harmless, it's all hers; I don't want to stifle her curiosity. But I do draw the line when situations could be potentially harmful. (That being said, I do let her climb up on the brick fireplace. The hearth is low to the ground, the corners are covered, and I'm always right there. She loves to climb. She's a little daredevil, after all!)
The following are examples of the craziness we live with. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go chase down my heavy baby.
Take a moment to let that sink in.
OK, let's proceed. So Brooke heard "size of a 2 year old" and decided that gave her permission to act like one. That's right, we have entered the Terrible Two's in this house. Or at least it feels that way. The Big Lady now has a temper. Sigh. Trust me when I say I'm working feverishly to quell this behavior before it gets out of hand. Meltdowns are not well-received. Because she's so mobile now (more on that in a minute,) we're constantly chasing her around and pulling her away from things she's not allowed to be into. She does not appreciate this. At this age, she doesn't yet understand boundaries, so I think consistency is key. If we're consistent in what we allow her to play with, she'll eventually learn...or at least that's what I keep telling myself. It's just going to be a battle of wills.
Our day has become one giant game of shadow. Either she's following me around, hoping to get ahold of whatever I have or whining for me to pick her up, or I'm tailing her, making sure she's not getting into trouble. Because if I don't tail her, I end up having to say things like "Brooke, let's not use the toilet to stand ourselves up" or "Brooke, the trash can is not a toy." Or I'll find her climbing up the stairs or trying to eat the curtains. I try really hard to strike a balance between hovering and letting her be independent. If what she wants to play with is harmless, it's all hers; I don't want to stifle her curiosity. But I do draw the line when situations could be potentially harmful. (That being said, I do let her climb up on the brick fireplace. The hearth is low to the ground, the corners are covered, and I'm always right there. She loves to climb. She's a little daredevil, after all!)
The following are examples of the craziness we live with. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go chase down my heavy baby.
This last one is Mommy's leg barrier, my attempt at keeping her away from the computer while I'm on it. And yes, I used it multiple times while I typed this post.
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