We’re turning the corner on a year! RB is about to be one. How did that happen?
It’s a little blury. First everything was normal, i.e. it was 2019. Then 2020 hit. And if 2020 has taught us anything, there’s plenty of time left for more mayhem.
At the very least there will be a small, outdoor, socially distanced naming ceremony and birthday party for my little, huge baby. I was tempted to get a bouncy house. Captain was incredulous,
“For 3 kids?”
We’re up to 5 now, but point taken.
Everyone keeps asking,
“Is she a good baby?”
As my doula pointed out,
“She hasn’t broken any laws yet, so so far so good.”
Compared to BB, she’s been easy. RB is calm, smiley and exuberant. Food brings her great joy, as does climbing the stairs and getting her hands on any of BB’s forbidden toys. So maybe she isn’t as law abiding as we think.
She continues to throw her weight around and has started doing chin-ups on the kitchen table. She’s very motivated to make sure she’s not missing out on any food.
For the first 8 months of her life RB was content to lie in one spot on the floor, now she is making it clear that she will NOT be held back. That includes being unwilling to waste time on the changing table.
I never had to wrestle with BB to changer her diaper. I gave her a toy and she was happy.
RB will resist until we’re both covered in poop, diaper cream and tears. I buckle her down. That one strap across the waist is a joke. A five point harness would be more helpful.
She reaches a hand through her legs toward the poop. I block it. She reaches around to the side. I block it. She strains against the strap and tries to sit up in the poop. I put her back down. I hand her a forbidden barbie. She squeals with delight. With a false sense of victory I finish wiping. She sneaks a hand down the side and whips her poopy diaper out from under her.
I scream. She looks at me. I ask,
“Is it possible to potty train a one-year-old?”
BB comes running,
“What’s going on?”
I’m losing my mind.
With BB around, RB seems convinced she’s capable of doing everything a 4-year-old can.
BB knows what RB should and shouldn’t be doing and she’s good at letting me know. She’s not as good at preventing it in the first place.
My parenting style varies, but one main tactic is to avoid going near them and only intervene if I hear screaming.
“She’s in the toilet!”
I remove the baby from the toilet and remind BB to close the bathroom door.
“She’s on the couch!”
Awhile later I hear,
“No no no, don’t do that! Mom she’s going to fall on her head!”
BB has been sliding down an overturned chair head first and RB has decided it’s a good idea to follow suit.
It’s not lost on me that BB may be instigating some of this. She does not always have her sister’s best interests at heart.
And before anyone says more supervision is key, which it is. BB headed into her first birthday with a giant gash above her eye that required a trip to the emergency room. So that’s what constant supervision got me.
All RB has is a small scab on the side of her head which makeup covered up perfectly for portraits the other day.
Here’s to another year of keeping the kids alive.