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I have not been posting very much lately (as I inadvertently taught Tater Tot to say “Duh, Mommy”). Life just has been getting in the way. The Tater Tot has sprouted like a weed and looks like a 3 year old even though she is only 26 months old. Every week when we go to Mommy and Me, someone asks me “Did she get taller this week?” She talks like a three year old, too. She still isn’t potty training and I am soooo ready for her to. She just has no interest in sitting on the potty seat. Or the toilet. But I have noticed that there will be hours at a time where she’s completely dry so we’re getting there in terms of readiness. She is drinking from a regular cup now and using a spoon and a fork by herself. Not neatly, mind you. But she’s two so I really can’t expect the stain removal marathon to end yet, can I?

I just can’t believe it when I look at her. She’s my little girl. And I have to say that I really love being The Mommy of a Toddler Girl. Although the asserting of independence at interesting, frustrating and inconvenient times can grate on me, I know that it’s normal. I’m actually enjoying learning how to deal with it in a way that is constructive. A way that allows her to be herself but sets appropriate boundaries. And I’m learning to recognize when I need to just get over myself and let her do whatever she is doing that is grating on my nerves at that particular time. Don’t get me wrong, there are times when I know that I need to get her to stop doing whatever it is she is doing to make me crazy so that I don’t lose it but most of the time I just need to take a deep breath and realize it’s not that vital.

She and The Daddy are enjoying spending time together more now that she’s a little toddler girl. This is a wonderful thing for The Mommy. It allows me to try to take better care of myself, the house, and everyone else. Gives me a little break. We’ve got a nice little routine going and I like it. Of course, now that I’ve recognized this fact, it’s time for the routine to change and my world to be plunged into chaos again. It seems to always work like that. I get comfortable and then everything changes! Oh well, that’s one thing Mommyhood has taught me: you’ve got to adapt. Survival of the fittest, Baby!