Loving The Toddlerhood
Can I just say that I am l-o-v-i-n-g O lately?
She is talking up a storm, cracking herself up, and basically is just being adorable (in between her minor fits of rage, of course).
All in all, I am loving this stage...which is good, because I'm not so sure that I loved the infant stage. Granted it may have had something to do with the incessant lack of sleep for nine months or the six weeks of painful breastfeeding until O "organized her suck" (whatever that means) or the loneliness of hanging out with only an infant all day, but I think that it may be that I'm just more of a toddler person than an infant person.
I love that I can carry on a conversation with her. I love that she can sing to songs. I love to watch her dance. I love that she can pick out her own clothes. I love that she walks by herself (after 16 months of crawling!). I love that she can tell me when she needs a diaper change. I love that she generally goes to sleep without screaming for a half an hour (hallelujah!).
Now don't get me wrong, there are still plenty of things that drive me nuts - like the fact that she insists that she must do everything on her own ("No, I close refrigerator! No, I turn off the lights! No, I wipe my butt!" - yep, she actually said that). But all in all, O is turning out to be one freaking awesome kid!