He’s at that age where he starting to express himself with grunts and yells and stomping and cries. He loves to be entertained by anyone that’s around him. When we go to restaurants, he’ll talk to the waitress, the busboy, the people next to us just because it’s a new face.
He doesn’t actually use words, he just mumbles and nods and they laugh and talk and make faces and play peek-a-boo with him and he turns to us like “can’t you be more like these people?”
He is exhausting and never stops moving and not only do we need to chase him around all of the time but we also have to begin teaching him right from wrong. That is exhausting.
I forgot how exhausting it was do continuously go back and forth with “no touches” and “no-nos” and “this is hot!” and “this is your sister’s pair of scissors! OOUUCH!” over and over and over again.
And now that he’s hitting this MUST TOUCH EVERYTHING AND NEVER SIT DOWN STAGE during the stage of my pregnancy where all I want to do is sit? Well, I’m so tired I can hardly stand it. I absolutely can not turn my back for one second when he’s awake which means everything in the entire world must get done during nap times. This also includes my own personal nap time because I am so tired.
So, we talk a lot about what it was like with Anna and Noah, who are less than a year apart and how did we do it and we both scratch our heads and can’t figure it out. Except that we were younger and when I was pregnant with Noah, Anna was not mobile (and we liked it that way!) Now eight years have passed and everything is different (especially our ages) and now I’m pregnant and have a business and a much bigger home and Brian’s in graduate school and this blog and that blog and that blog and older children, too. (and apparently neighbor’s kids = UGH.)
When Anna and Noah were babies and toddlers I didn’t work. I played with them, I cleaned the house, I dreamed of becoming a photographer, I watched TV and I even went to the gym! Daily!
So, things are different now and totally challenging and maybe even kicking my ass. And guess what? A newborn is coming to our home in just over two months. So, you know. HARDER.
I’m pretty sure we are going to survive. I’m pretty sure we’ll look back on the days of toddler Eli and baby girl and we’ll be like “it wasn’t that bad!”
Because these days of chasing and teaching and waddling and aching are long, for sure. But I imagine the days, when they’re all in college and Brian and I are walking around the house trying to find something to do, this time scratching our heads, trying to figure out where it all went, well, I imagine those days will seem even longer.
And as I was proofreading this, Eli, asleep in his crib, where he’s been for nearly two hours now, he cried out, he cried hard. I picked him up and he instantly nuzzled into my body. I sat with him and thought “I was all he needed, just me for just one moment.”
And THAT was all I needed, too.
Yep. We’ll survive.