1) Daniel’s been sleeping in his toddler bed for two weeks now. As usual, his bedroom has an LED nightlight, as well as a fan and air purifier providing air circulation and white noise.
But the first night was rough, as he woke up during the night, opened his bedroom door, and wandered — in the dark — looking for Mommy. I found him, still in the dark, trying to open the (thankfully locked) front door. After strategic placement of blankies, stuffed animals, and a toddler bed safety rail for his bed — and then putting a baby gate in front of his closed bedroom door — he’s adjusted to his new sleeping arrangement. Thanks to the baby gate, it’s like the security of his crib has now expanded to the security of his room.
2) His vocabulary is increasing almost exponentially. His pronunciation has a very thick Toddler Accent. Tomato is “o-tito.” Elephant is “ef-ef-ant.” Pumpkin is “munkin.” Gorilla is “lil-la.” And fork sounds like the F-word.
Of course, Elmo is very clearly “Elmo.”
3) He was FINALLY over his pacifier. But when he got sick earlier last month, he had so much trouble sleeping that I broke down and got him a new one, as a comfort item to sleep asleep by. It worked, but now we’re back to weaning him again from the “sucky.” YAY.
4) No real potty training yet. The boy isn’t even FAZED that his diaper’s bloated with pee and sagging with poo. But that’s what this coming year’s about — between ages two and three, the Great Potty Training will happen… I hope.
5) I’m almost ashamed to say it, but he still has a pre-breakfast /pre-preschool bottle of warm milk, as well as a pre-bedtime bottle of warm milk. He’s only allowed to drink it, reclined in his rocking chair, and he can’t leave until he’s done. So he just stays in his chair, sucking down his eight ounces of warm milk, and then hands over the empty bottle with a satisfied smile, saying, “All done.” (The cuteness of it has yet to wear off for me.)
Everything else — water, juice, even COLD milk — he drinks from either his straw-cup or a small plastic tumbler. It’s like warm milk only belongs in a bottle. Go figure. But he won’t drink milk in large quantities unless it’s a) warm, and b) in a bottle.
Well, at least he’s not wandering around, with a bottle hanging from his mouth — which was what my mom would let me do, up till I was FOUR YEARS OLD. No wonder the Navy dental clinic knew me by sight when I was a kid.
Yep, the time between two and three will be the time of the Great Bottle Weaning, in addition to the Great Potty Training. Oh, will that just be OODLES of fun!
As a fellow colleague (who’s an experienced mom of a ‘tween and a teen) said to another colleage (who’s a brand new dad of a four-month old and asked if parenting would get easier as the child gets older), “It’s doesn’t get any easier — it gets different.”