Black and white. Day and night.

by statia on July 23, 2010

I feel as if I haven’t really given LG her due time in the limelight.  Something that surely, if she knew about, she’d probably be pissed.  I feel like, I’m either blathering about the Mini and his challenges on the spectrum (which he’s doing fabulous, and a post about that is coming shortly).

I suppose that this is due to second child syndrome.   I had all the time in the world when the Mini was this age.   Which, really, I didn’t have all the time in the world, but looking back on it?  I didn’t realize how much time I had, compared to now.   But between camp and summer, and everything else, I feel stretched to my limit, no different than every other mother, really.

LG just turned 14 months, and looking at her, and going back and reading about the Mini at this age, oh my god,  how did I not see it?   Every day with her is an A-HA moment.  Having a typical child after having an atypical child is like a dream.  It renews your confidence in parenting.  It makes you feel as if you’re not fucking crazy, clueless, or doing it all wrong.   I remember slowly noticing a lack of development at this age the first time around.  This time?  Not only do I not have time to worry, but I really just don’t.   I feel as if every day, it’s something new, therein lying the constant walking around going A-HA.

At 14 months, she’s pretty steady on her feet.   This amazes me, given that she didn’t really walk until after her first birthday.   She’s very attached to me (I’m looking forward to blogher.  Not looking forward to leaving her behind), and is extremely jealous if I should even so much as try to give the Mini a hug.  It’s exhausting at times, but it’s nice to know she makes a connection.

She has tons of words and comprehends so far beyond what the Mini did at this age, that it’s insane.    Normal child behavior just slays me.    She loves tractors (and points them out frequently) but loves all things girl.  She’s a little Mommy in training.

Tonight, as we were all getting ready for bed, I put the Mini to bed, and she walked out of the room and as her little body is walking down the hall with such authority, she turns around to the Mini and goes. “MUH!”  As in “mwah.”  I was so annoyed with her this evening, after her pushing my buttons all day, but that moment just redeemed every shit behavior she tried to pull.

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jesser July 26, 2010 at 8:44 am

I definitely hear you … I feel like Ben is always getting the short end of the stick. And it makes me wonder about people with 3+ kids … how the heck do you still have the energy to give them a decent childhood?

I love comparing them too … ours are very typical to their gender. Ben is all gross motor skills with the climbing and the running and the craziness that Tabby never did. Tabby at this age was all verbal and fine motor skills … chatting and coloring. Ben just eats crayons. He has about 10 words too, half of which are a variation on “ba ba.” ;)

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