My little girl, 20 months. 20 MONTHS! How did this happen? In just a few short months you will be 2 years old. And one week later, I will be 30. Honestly I do not feel like I'm nearly 30, I feel young and vibrant and happy. Olivia is growing and learning by leaps and bounds, it seems I can barely keep up. We have tons of snow now, and went sledding in the driveway for the first time a couple days ago. Hubs and I pushed Olivia down the sloped of our driveway while she yelled, "weeeee!" the whole time. Freaking ADORABLE! We had so much fun.
Now a non-stop talker, I'm not sure how many words Olivia says. Lots. Repeats just about everything. I knew this day was coming and have been curbing my swearing, I'm not particularly into kids *not* swearing or censorship, but I don't want to be that mom at playgroup. I'd also rather her not repeat the things we say to the dog when he farts for the millionth time (bulldog/pug farts are pretty much the worst thing in the universe, fyi).
We cut Olivia's hair for the first time on Tuesday. Bittersweet. She has little girl hair now, she doesn't look like a baby she looks like a little person. We'd been holding off on cutting it for quite some time, thinking she would eventually let us tuck it behind her ears or put a clip in it. No dice. It became so long in the front it would get in her eyes, though she didn't seem to mind. Then cold season hit. Oy. The first time you realize your kid has boogers in her hair is a special moment in parenting, let me tell you. I'm actually compiling a list of those parenting moments... the ones where you feel as though you should be earning a merit badge for this stuff. I'll post a list of those moments in the first two years soon.
I have some other projects going on now, I'm contributing to a blog for non-traditional housewives/wives/mamas, etc. I'm the "mama" part of the blog. I sometimes wonder what Olivia will think of me as she gets older, and being cool is a factor in life. Will it be cool to her friends that I have rad hair and tattoos? That I listen to good music? Like I said, I don't feel old... or nearly 30. Although having my 15 year old stepdaughter here recently gave me some insight into teenagers. AND made me feel old, although that was mostly because I felt like I had to act "adultish" so she had a good idea of what a strong adult woman was like. That's a whole other blog in itself, that is. Anyway... I always thought the world of my mom, but I know there was a point when our tastes in music became opposite, I realized my sense of style was different, etc.
Recently Olivia has been obsessed with my hair. She likes to pat it down and "style" it, and at night she holds a strand of it (like a comfort thing... she's never taken to a blankey or a stuffed animal. I did just order a Toy Story stuffed Woody for her for Valentine's Day... I have a feeling my hair might get a break!). She likes to cover my eyes with my hair and peekaboo with it, and then gently pat it down to the sides. It's pretty adorable actually... and she looks at me like... well it's inexplicable if you've never seen that look in your child before. It's like you are the best thing in the universe to them, just perfect. I don't want to ever lose that.
I still have to edit the sledding pictures, but here is a recent favorite of mine that I've been laughing about for a couple days...