I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Time Moves On
Trey is almost 2 years old, in three weeks and a day. It’s amazing how fast time flies. He’s so big, and getting bigger every day. The boy who would not talk is suddenly jumping up the ladder of vocabulary. Yesterday he said “Thank you”, and a couple days ago he caught me eating a snack and said “Share please”. Unfortunately he still calls everyone dadda, including me and his brother. But hopefully that will pass soon.
He’s so different from his brother, I was thinking about this the other day. Luckily I blog since I have the memory of a turnip, I can look back at Evan at this age. At 2 Evan was starting potty training, he was talking up a storm, and was full of personality. OK so Trey is pretty full of personality himself, but no where near ready for potty training and barely has 1/8 of the vocabulary that his brother did.
He’s also still breastfeeding, near constantly if I let him. I have to limit him to how much he nurses to get him to eat any solid foods. Evan was already weaned and had no problem eating anything I gave him. Though Trey is definitely more physically advanced than Evan was. Trey climbs fences, jumps from the top step of the porch, and goes down the big slide at the park all by himself.
I still can’t believe it’s been almost two years since a squeaky, red, 9 lb baby was handed to me. Wow.
[tags]kids, life, toddlers[/tags]
Two years? Its amazing how time can fly…and go so slowly all at the same time…
I just celebrated my daughter’s J’s third birthday. I, too, think regularly about how she is so different than my first child. I don’t know why, but I always assumed, before J came along, that the next baby would kind of go similarly as the first. Evidently this isn’t true
They are all different – that is what I find myself saying when I talk to other parents. Why did I think they would all be the same?!