The Texture Of Things

A Crush of Firsts

July 18th, 2007

Three is ushering in a different child than what Two offered. I won’t say dramatically different because there hasn’t yet been much of Three, but if this is the beginning of a trend, I’d like to say this:


That’s me going over a big hill on a roller coaster.

What? You couldn’t tell?

Monday, the popsicle and the ice cream cone, and in the evening playing in the neighbor’s yard, the tot climbed the stepladder to the playhouse and went down the slide. By herself. With no suggestion on my part, only shock. This is not a child who enjoys the slide. This is not a child who climbs.

And she went down it, not once or twice, but a billion times, giggling louder with each landing.

Tuesday, she went back to the neighbor’s house for an all-morning play date while I went to work. [Ugh.] This was her first by-herself play date and the first time she’s been at anyone else’s house without a parent (except daycare).

The fabulous news is that they had a rip-roaring good time and she behaved herself and had only one sad moment. Neighbor-mom heard some whimpering and asked her if she was all right. Tot responded, “I just have to be sad for a minute.” Seconds pass. “I’m okay now.” And she was. But then, how bad can your day be when you get to do exactly what you’d do at home, only with a friend and a bigger TV and a pissload more toys, namely watch Backyardigans while eating lunch? Oh. Right. Add to that the end-of-lunch treat of frozen Go*gurts, which SHE REQUESTED, LICKED, AND LIKED.

Then we came home and against my better judgment I introduced a major change in her life only two days before we leave for vacation: I coerced her to sleep somewhere other than her crib*. She doesn’t sleep anywhere but her crib or her car seat. Until today**. She had a hard time going to sleep, but she didn’t get out of the bed the whole time. I am more than a little shocked.

Post-nap and -dinner, she returned to the great out of doors to play with her neighbor friend (the few hours apart were torturous, I’m sure), where she again went sliding, but she also tried the seesaw for the first time and later chose to scale the rock wall side of the play structure in order to get to the slide.

Who is this and what have they done with my child?

*BTW, that bed is totally airbrushed. It is not even close to being that shiny.

**And hopefully for at least the next week, seeing as how she’s too big for the pack and play and she is really leery of sleeping in a bed – just ask the toddler bed that’s been in her room for the last year and a half. It’s practically emo over the constant rejection.

1 Comment »

  1. KLee says

    Keep those milestones coming! I know they’re throwing you for a loop, but maybe Three is ushering in a more adventurous stage than Two ever inspired. (I sounded a little incoherent in my reply to the last post, so I’ll clarify — I meant that “Three” for the tot may not be the “terrible age phase”, but maybe the stage of “nre discovery” and “mature beyond her numerical age.” Does that makre more sense?)

    I know you’re on the lookout for the alien pod, but celebrate instead!

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