**This post was originally posted a few months back when I first started my blog. Unfortunately, after switching to WordPress from Blogger, the formatting for a few of my posts was horribly messed up and I have been unable to fix it. I would like to keep these posts as they are memories from the last year of our lives so I will simply be adding them again in the correct format.**
So you’re newly pregnant, going to be a first time mama and you’re scrambling to read every pregnancy article and baby book you can get your hands on. At least, that’s how I remember the first couple of months after the positive test.
I babysat for years growing up, I worked as a teacher in a daycare for quite a while and I’ve worked with children with special needs. Now, I’m not expert by any means, but I like to think I have at least a little knowledge on kids. But, nevertheless, I spent weeks reading about diaper rash creams, pacifiers, car seats, cribs, you name it, I probably covered it.
When the time came to deliver, I felt pretty confident in my ability to handle just about anything and for the most part, I still do.
I mean, at this point, with an almost 2 year old little boy who gets into EVERYTHING, I’m pretty used to repeatedly dealing with a lot of the same situations, repeating the same things over and over (i.e. we don’t climb on that, be nice to the kitty, please keep your socks on). In other words, we pretty much have this mommy and Nicholas together all day thing down pat and there isn’t a whole lot that surprises me anymore.
Yeah, well, expect the unexpected right? Right.
Over the past few weeks/months I have watched my sweet, adorable, pudgy cheeked little baby boy morph into what is known as a toddler.
These toddlers, as many of you are probably aware, are known for their screaming capabilities, their tantrum throwing prowess and their ability to destroy an entire room in a matter of mere seconds.
This, my friends, has been testing my mommy knowledge. See, I know what diaper cream to use in the event of a severe rash, I can escort you to the hypoallergenic formula section of the pharmacy with my eyes closed and I can even distinguish the tired cry from the ticked off cry.
But I do not remember any of those baby books telling me what to do or how to react when your toddler decides that his spaghetti bowl would make a nice hat, that mommy’s car keys need to be washed in the toilet or that the kitty cat would like to be covered in stickers.
In the past week alone I have found myself saying:
~Please stop trying to climb in the dryer.~
~No, your pancake is not a weapon.~
~Where are your pants? I just put them on you!~
~Green beans do NOT go in the dishwasher.~
Thinking back to the day I saw the word ‘pregnant’ pop up on the digital test display, I can assure you that these were not phrases I ever envisioned coming out of my mouth. So what exactly happened to my baby? Where did this toddler come from? He seems to have a little mind of his own and we are definitely not on the same wavelength anymore.
So how about the rest of you mommas out there? Find yourself living and “this wasn’t in the baby books” moments lately?