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Originally Posted by TheWife  I guess I got lucky. I personally hate age 9-18 months. Before that is easier, after that is easier. I really would like someone else to raise my kids from 9-18 months though. I HATE that age. I hate the "I have to feed myself, but I can't so you'll have to mop the floor and the ceiling when I'm done here" phase. I hate the "I insist on walking but I suck at it for now, so I'm going to fall a lot, but I'll refuse to hold your hand cause I can do it myself, and it will take 45 minutes to walk across the parking lot because I'm slow, but if you pick me up and don't let me do it myself, I'll scream so loud people will think you're kidnapping me." And I hate the "I can talk now, but only mom understands what I'm saying, which means, mom is who has to do everything for me now because no one else knows what I mean." And the whole "I want to play by myself, but you must be within 2 feet of my line of vision at all times, or you'll regret it". Yeah, after 9-18 months, I find age two to be TERRIFIC!  |
Seriously, this is the best thread in the history of JC.
I love that age Michelle. I know it's different because I'm not a mommy yet myself but as much as I've been around children that's always been my favorite age.
Infants are too fussy and you have to worry about poppy diapers and feeding them every 5 minutes. And when they're that little they of course can't talk so anytime they need you for anything they cry.
I love the just now walking, just now talking, trying to use the potty on my own and feed myself age. Because that's also the age where you first get to hear them say, "I love you." They're old enough that when you tell them to do something they can understand what you are saying but not too old that they don't still fear you and respond with, "No, hehehe." With my neices (can't speak for all kids) at that age spankings and time outs were actually effective. Gracie was a bit of a clean freak, so she was really good at feeding herself. When I would take her out, people would always be so impressed with the little 11mon old who could and would use a napkin properly. She hated for her clothes to have food on them.
And now she's 4 1/2 and she's still cute as a button and my favorite person in the whole world, but now she thinks it's really funny to watch Aunt Pam get frustrated when I'm doing something she's already been told not to do a million times. Now she wants to dress herself in ridiculous clothes and throws a fit when I will not allow her to go out like that. Now she wants me to buy her every purse or pair of shoes she sees. Now she dictates what's on tv every second that she's awake. Now she climbs up on the counter to brush her teeth by herself instead of giving me 5 minutes to finish taking the dog out and walk upstairs. lol I find this time to still be joy but for me, it's much more frustrating than those 9-18mon days when she just wanted me to pay her some attention and everything I said was the gospel.
Of course, I haven't had my own yet. I'll get back to you when I do!
