Cha-cha-cha Changes

Bubbies turned 7 months old the other day. I can't believe how much more relaxed I am in regards to his milestones and physical development. With P I was watching her like a hawk: will she turn over today?; Will she clap today?; What can I do to make her reach her milestones quicker?; Is she normal? blah blah blah. Seriously, blah. I was so tired from worry that I took the enjoyment out of her just being a sweet, lovable, little baby. I regret that I wasn't more relaxed. Oh well - at least I am fortunate enough to do it again, and am TRYing to not be so hyper about making sure my baby is *okay*.

Anyhow, onto my babes...after all, they are much more exciting than me. P is 100% in what people deem the "terrible twos." She does two SO well, by definition, that she has even made ME act like I am in my terrible twos. As I am writing this post, she is screaming at her door because she doesn't want to nap. This is a normal occurrence lately. She screams and throws horrendous tantrums before naps and bedtime. I spoke with my pediatrician to be sure what I was experiencing wasn't due to an ear infection. She said the good news was that P's ears looked great, and that the bad news was that her ears looked great. So, what I have on my hands is a full-fledged temper-tantrum-throwing toddler...ahem, excuse me, preschooler (I'll never get these little kid age categories straight!), and I need to learn how to deal with it. Oy! Learn how to deal with it is correct, but learning how to cope with it seems like a better way to put it. But, it isn't all shits and no giggles - she is seriously my darling princess. We went to COSI today and I watched her say "hello" to other children and smile her sweet little smile, share toys, point out ways to do things easier to kids struggling with a toy, running, laughing, and trying out things she would never have tried out just one month ago. She is certainly is going for the Miss Independent award this year.

Bubbies is frustrated. He is figuring things out and getting annoyed that he can't do the things his sissy does. The boy is going to motor as soon as he can crawl, which he is trying to figure out. He's using a roll technique that can get him to the toy he wants. But, he doesn't necessarily want to roll there because he can't see, so he rolls on his belly and does his best to kick his legs and try to move. The kicking thing is similar to riding a stationary bike - no matter how hard you pedal you are still going nowhere. He ends up just crying until I roll him back over or sit him up. He is eating like a champ and is embracing the sippy. When P started taking the sippy I had to hold it for her for months, not bubbies. He grabs the cup right out of my hands and sticks it in his mouth.

Alas, I better wrap up because I could sit and write about my babes all day.