My daughter is 2 years old. I have always heard tales of this dreaded time and worried about it from the day I found out I was pregnant. I always wondered what it was about this magical age that made kids go crazy. I think I finally figured it out though, they're going through a major transition from baby to toddler and they're just old enough to be dangerous.
Going about my nightly domesticated duties I was on a roll with the house cleaning, got the place looking quite spiffy and was very proud of myself. I looked over at my squealing daughter who had got quite wound up by my fiancee during my cleaning frenzy. I knew what was coming next, it's like a hog tying contest trying to get this kid in pajama's and into her bed anymore. I swear her evasive maneuvers astound me more and more. After several minutes of wiggling and kicking and zipping I finally have success. Diaper on, jammies on, baby in bed with her army of stuffed sidekicks. My daughter also has a nightly ritual of trying everything in the book to get me to come get her from the bed. So for about ten minutes I listen to her pleas, "I'm hungry", "I want my ba ba" etc radiate from her crib. I am exhausted though so I climb into bed and pretty much instantly go to sleep. Who knew going medieval on your house could take so much out of you?
Fast forward to 3:30 am and I hear crying on the monitor, not just a wimper because I always give my daughter a couple of minutes to decide if she really wants to wake her tired momma up during the middle of the night. I get up to check on her, flick on the light, and there is my darling daughter butt naked with her diaper in her hand. Awesome. I bet you can guess where this is going.
I have to assume that when I put her down she thought if she stripped naked some how my magic mommy powers would alert me to her nakedness. She probably then thought I would come rescue her from the crib and we'd stay up all night long or something to that effect. She probably fell asleep shortly after she realized it wasn't happening. I'm guessing around 3:30am miss things bladder gave out and she had an accident. YAY for being woke up at 3:30 in the morning to flip out bedding and clean more.
I finally get back into bed and ponder why no one has invented something to keep kids clothing on them. I think they all go through this stage of pulling of the clothes. This is now the second time that my daughter has went through this stage. Million dollar idea here to the one that can come up with something that won't be a choking hazard!
This is the issue though. My daughter isn't that beautiful little wrinkled baby anymore that I brought home from the hospital. She also isn't a functional kid/adult who can do things for herself. She's just what I like to call an "overgrown baby" trying to figure out EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD and giving her mother gray hair along the way.
A quick update about my food quest. I never got around to making my cauliflower pizza last night, upon further review of my fridge I realized we needed a leftover night more than pizza. Should get around to making it in the next day or two though so stand by!
I relish those days although tiring and exhusting when you have 4 I wouldn't trade them for anything! It's all part of the process for both of you to grow into the amazing ladies you are continuing to become and she will become. Knowing this use this knowledge to be understanding, laugh at this and know it to will pass. She is growing so fast right before our very eyes! Love her more everyday and stand firm in your decisions something I learned to late with mine they want and need boundaries! You are both wonderful and loved!
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