Poor toddlers. They get such a bum rap.
There are dozens of books sold that claim to help you tame your toddler. Dealing with the terrible twos. Etc.
But I love toddlers! I had almost forgotten how much fun they are.
(Now the 36 – 42 month old is a different story. No longer is the baby a baby, s/he is heavy and sassy and opinionated and not nearly as cute and portable.)
But toddlers? So much fun.
Everything is new and fun and exciting and wondrous.
Dirt waffles are gooooooood.
Toddlers are expressive.
We should all be so open with our feelings. Our relationships would be a lot healthier if we would just bite someone in the kneecaps when they make us mad. Then forget it the instant as they hand us a cookie.Am I right or am I right?
They walk like Yoda.
Or E.T. Same difference. It’s doggone cute.
You can see the gears turning in their heads.
Toddlers love themselves.
When a toddler does something cute, they applaud. They kiss their reflection in the mirror. How can you not love someone with such self confidence?
Comfortable in their own skin.
And they can be very persistent until they get the object of their desire. Ruby’s favorite food is banana, aka “baba”. When she sees one, she will repeat “baba. baba. baba. baba. baba.” until baba is served up. Here she is with a freshly paid for baba after the grocery line checkout.
Breastfeeding a toddler is fun.
With babies, breastfeeding is mostly a “give” thing. With toddlers, it’s more of a relationship. At this age, Ruby has taken to pulling the neckline of my shirt way out, reaching a hand in there, grabbing and saying “mama, mama, mama, mama”. Ok so maybe that’s not always cute. Time for some nursing manners.