Peanut is 18 months old!

Sometimes, my awesome kid grows so fast, does so many cute and amazing things, and loves me so much that I am completely blown away.  Today she is 18 months old, and much like everyday, all I want to do is keep her small and safe. Like every three months, we have a doctor’s appointment – this time with a new doctor.  I know Peanut will be 20-something pounds and 20-something inches tall, that she’ll be slightly on the chunky side, because she always has a little belly when she’s about to hit a growth spurt, that the doctor will ask me all about her teeth and words and things she does, which is apparently NOT an invitation for me to brag.  (Why did it take me this long to realize that??)  She will get at least 3 shots and hate me for five whole minutes, and during that time, I will agonize that she will hate me forever. 

And then we will go to the bookstore nearby pick out a book (one for each of us!) and then split a small milkshake.  It really is the small rituals that I hope she loves so much, because I think making them up is one of the best things about being her mom.

This is Peanut at the doctor’s office – 21 lbs, 28 3/4″ tall

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Sometimes, the mom is crafty…

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Diapers are a fact of life here. We buy 2-3 large boxes of diapers every month. So, it’s hard just to let those boxes go. I covered the one on the left with a long piece of the cute plaid plastic tablecloth from the Peanut’s first birthday party and threw all her wooden blocks in it. Yes, I will print up a label. Three of these will fit under the coffee table. I love pretty AND functional things and these are not terrible to look at! And yes, I did get an idea for this on Pinterest  HERE.

People are messy!

Kids are obviously messy – I know my sweet Peanut is always sticky, no matter how often I wipe her little hands with a baby wipe or washcloth.  It’s a fact of my life that I am going to be covered in baby, sticky and gross, and completely in love. 

What I am not completely in love with is adult messiness.  We are quirky and mean and narcissistic and not at all loveable, although I hope the sweet girl I’m raising takes some or all of that out of me.  Adults have drama, adults have issues, adults have pet peeves, love haphazardly, believe everything or nothing, hold others at bay. 

I often wonder – did we leave the best part of ourselves in Kindergarten?  How do we capture all the spectacular uniqueness that we had at 5 years old, or one year old?  How can we wake up everyday, not care about bed-head, and say, “Bring it on, world!” like our kids do? 

All right, I”m gonna say it:  “Bring it on, world!” bedhead and all!