Hulk showed me a new squat the other day. Now I can’t walk right. Then he did some kettlebell throws yesterday. Now I can’t lift my arms right. I need to stop training with Hulk. Or train with him more often, I’m not sure which way is preferrable at this point.
In other mucho-awesome exciting news, Hulk got a new job! Yayyy! We are all full of excitement and possibilities over here.
I was in a super cranky-pants mood yesterday. I think Squishy’s displeasure for life in general was rubbing off on me. Plus, was pretty sleep-deprived from the weekend shenanigans. So last night Hulk insisted I go to bed and he read Squish the bedtime stories so I would stop being so grumpy. It must of worked because I am in a fabulous mood today. Heh, Hulk had to put everyone to bed last night.
Yeah, Squish is steam-rolling towards his twos. We experience pretty consistent vocal eruptions of the toddler magnitude throughout the day. It almost happened overnight; one week we were almost bragging about how chill our kid is, and now we are trying to keep him out of public as much as possible. I guess that serves us right for bragging. But being the closet-paranoid mother I am, I scoured the Google to see what the heck was going on. My conclusions:
- He’s almost two. Welcome to toddlerhood.Put some brandy in his bottle and get over it.
- We’ve had a lot of guests and events since the 4th, and maybe all the constant flux of visitors and disrupted schedules is getting to him. I know it’s gotten to me.
- (And this one is a stretch) He’s not talking yet. At all. By 18 months, he should have had at least a few words down, but although he babbles a lot in his own baby-ese, he does not say any legitimate English words. I read somewhere that before a big milestone is reached babies tend to fuss it up; I guess their little brains are gearing up for a big show and don’t have time to deal with the usual stresses. So maybe in a day or two he’s going to erupt in full-on sonnets with iambic petameter or something. That’s going to be scary.
At least Hulk only has a few more weeks to experience the awesomeness of stay-at-home-parenthood. I know I couldn’t do it.
And now I’m hoping that someone finds my blog with a search term “can I feed my baby brandy.” And if you are that person, and you made it to the end, I’m pretty sure the answer is no.