About a month ago, I awoke one morning to find that a toddler had taken the place of Baby Delaney. As it is with the passing of every stage, my emotions have been mixed about all of this. It really did seem to happen over night. My girl is a bundle of wild monkey-like energy and independence. I'm pretty certain that she figured out how to push every single one of my buttons the minute she entered our world, BUT...she is my pride and joy, and a constant reminder of God's blessings in my life.
Now that she's a toddler, she doesn't need ANYONE'S help to...
Read books at her table
Take off her diaper and streak
Feed herself, i.e. smash food in her hair
Put on her shoes
However, she's not so independent when:
- It's 5:30 am (her wake up time, according to Delaney)
- I am trying to cook dinner
- I am needing to use the restroom
- I'm trying to talk on the phone
- I'm trying to do a "quick" grocery trip
Please don't misinterpret me. I'm not complaining about my life now that we've entered toddlerhood. It really bugs me when parents complain about being inconvenienced by their children. Truth be told, there is nothing convenient about parenting. But there's also nothing better.
In general, I think she still likes me.