Help! My Baby Keeps Trying to Escape & Other Stories…
My youngest daughter is 13 months old now. She has always been a fantastic baby – she slept through from 4 months, she has always self-settled herself to sleep, she loves her food and she has never cried incessantly for no reason. In fact, she has been so good that I duped myself into thinking that this whole 3 children thing was going to be easier than I had first thought.
I. Was. Wrong.
Miss 1 is now pretty much fully mobile. As such, she is a law unto herself. She has taken a fancy to the front screen door and if there is the slightest chance that it may be open, off she scoots as fast as her plump little legs can carry her. Her favourite destination is the front verandah where she crawls from one end to the other, looking perilously close to falling off the edge, before retreating and, instead, finding something unsuitable to chew on!
On the weekend she actually managed to escape, undetected, and we found her (after frantic, frantic searching) standing happily in the sunshine on our front lawn. Now, how she got off that verandah without hurting herself I’ll never know, but she was certainly pleased with her efforts…pity we couldn’t share her joy as we were still feeling rather inadequate after letting her out of our sights! Needless to say we have all taken far more care when closing the front screen door ever since….
My daughter is also hugely enjoying nappy changing time – unfortunately I am not sharing her new found joy. I have now come to dread it. She doesn’t stay still (particularly when we’re changing number 2s…) and I seem to always be chasing her which is not much fun when said number 2 is in danger of going everywhere! But my little cheeky-chops thinks it is all a fabulous game and just giggles away while I try my best to clean things up…
Have I also mentioned her obsession with the toilet? And her ongoing need to put random objects in the bowl? Or her penchant for finding her brother’s books and ripping the pages? Oh, and her habit of playing with her sister’s pony figurines, especially when they have been lovingly placed for play? Oh the joys of the toddler years, I had forgotten just how manic and frustrating and full-on they can be!
So, my unrealistic dream of easily handling 3 children has been dashed but, instead, I can look forward to seeing my baby grow into a cheeky, happy and inquisitive toddler. I just hope we can all survive the transformation!
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