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Toddler Parenting, on a Loop

I started writing down all of the things I say to Hudson, all day, every day… and I suspect I may not be alone. I have the fuzziest memories of my own mom saying more than a few of these sentences between my siblings and I, and at the park if I listen to the chatter around us, I’m likely to hear at least a few of these one-liners. (Side note: the toddlers are having way more fun. A little boy sprinted up to Hudson and I the other day, yelled “MY NEW JACKET IS SO COOOOOOL!!!” and then ran away again. Imagine if adults retained toddler-like levels of spontaneity and enthusiasm for life. “OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS LATTE!!!” “AHHHHH YOU FORGOT TO ATTACH THE FILE!!”)

I’m not really sure what to call Hudson at almost 14 months–he’s floating somewhere in between baby and toddler-hood. Today (against my will) I’m going with toddler because in most ways he’s totally unrecognizable from the baby I brought home from the hospital not very long ago. But: totally still a baby. Right?!

Hudson these days is mischievous, hilarious, dramatic, sweet, and did I mention mischievous? He’ll plant his little feet, look at me out of the corner of his eye, and utter quietly, with conviction, “Nyo.” as he’s doing something that he knows he shouldn’t, like touching the tv. (Hudson unintentionally does amazing accents… he says “NYO!” for no like a Russian child and a sing-song “MAma!” like an Italian baby. It’s so great.)

I find myself saying the same things all. day. long. I would draw the obvious Groundhog’s Day comparison, but on the other hand he’s always finding new things to put in his mouth so really it’s always a new adventure. The other day I fished an acorn cap out of his mouth after we’d been inside for at least 15 minutes. #winning

And there’s eating: all of his once-favorite foods are now dramatically flung to the floor with a look of horror and disgust on his face. Also, he reaches his little arm out backwards, behind the chair to drop the food, as though the invading bite of chicken doesn’t even deserve to be in his line of sight. How do you not laugh at that so as not to encourage him?

So I’m resigned to being a bit of a broken record for the foreseeable future. But as always–I wouldn’t trade this for the world. And anyway, wasn’t I just up five times a night to feed him and Googling to make sure he was making the appropriate amount of eye contact for a baby of 3 weeks? Oh man. It goes so fast.

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