Charlotte will be 17 months old tomorrow.
I really don’t want to jinx myself, but I feel like I need to say that things are pretty damn good right now. This age is just fantastic.
Yes, we have meltdowns. SO MANY meltdowns. She hates having her diaper changed. She hates when we leave for work. She hates when we won’t let her go outside rightthissecond. She hates waiting for her milk to warm up, but she also hates cold milk. Sometimes, she just hates in general and we don’t even know why she’s suddenly on the floor screaming. Par for the course. Most of the meltdowns are quickly resolved with a bit of redirection. That or we just ride out the screaming until we can get her shoes on and throw her outside. Outside time solves just about every single meltdown she has.
Meltdowns aside, she’s a pretty happy kid.
New words are slow to come, but when they do, they surprise the heck out of us. Last week we were playing a game that involved me saying, “Ready—GO!” and the next thing I knew, she was running around yelling, “READY! READY!”
This morning, I looked out her bedroom window at the sandbox that we’d forgotten to cover and saw that it was filled with rain water. I said, “Oh no!” and I heard my little parrot over on the changing pad repeat, “Oh no!” several times. Not new words, but the first time she’s put them together.
We also hear a lot of, “Hi dog!” these days as she is totally enamored with the dogs. She loves to call for them when she’s in the bathtub. “Dog! Doooog!” and when a nose peeks around the corner she squeals with delight. She tries so hard to pet the dogs, but mostly she hits them and we spend a lot of time apologizing to poor Twix and Rolo on her behalf.
“Oh wow!” is another favorite phrase of hers. Yesterday morning, Catch gathered her from her crib and brought her out to the living room. As they passed the Christmas tree, Charlotte’s sleepy eyes widened and she said, “Oh woooow!”
She is much more physical than verbal. This kid is all about the rough and tumble. She loves to hang upside down while I hold her by her hips and yell, “Upside down girl!” We usually end with belly tickles and crazy giggles.
She is a fearless climber, and in the last couple of days she’s discovered that she can stand on things to get taller. The other morning, she pulled out a large tupperware and stood on it to try to reach the cookies on the table. She has also pulled the basket drawers out of her nightstand and used them as stepping stools.
She is never happier than when she’s outdoors. She LOVES to run. She loves going for walks with the dogs. We can’t even hope to contain her in a stroller or her car anymore. She has to walk/run. So basically, one of us tends to the dogs, while the other chases the toddler. We bought her a tricycle for Christmas—the kind you can push. We’re hoping she’ll consider using it because chasing her around the neighborhood every evening is a bit stressful.
My mom bought her a small swing set and gave it as an early Christmas gift. Charlotte will run to it and demand, “Wheee!” Then she says “Wheee!” over and over while she swings. My favorite is when she throws her head back and looks up at the sky with her big open-mouthed smile. Pure joy on that swing set.
I don’t really know her height/weight stats at the moment. She’s as tall as the two year olds on the playground. People always assume she’s older than she is, and that she should be more advanced than she is as a result. It can be frustrating. She’s comfortably wearing a size 2T in everything, and her feet are an extra, extra wide size 6. We have a MISERABLE time trying to find shoes that fit.
I can’t wait for all of our Christmas celebrations over the coming days. She is just so much merry and bright.