Maya’s latest “thing” is correcting herself. Now, before you think I’m putting my own Type-A anxiety issues onto my two-year-old, rest-assured I’m not 🙂 If anything, I’ve tried to be as easygoing as possible when it comes to her growth and development.
I’m far from perfect (and “easygoing” and “Melissa” never belong in the same sentence) but I really have surprised myself as a mom, a welcome change. Ultimately, I think she is just your typical first-born, eager to please and do things “right.” Plus, her daddy is an engineer who pays meticulous attention to detail, so she has that working
against her in her favor ;). Continue reading “Cute Toddlerism #234”
Like with everything we have encountered in these two+ years of parenting, there are a million ways to potty-train your child, and I don’t believe there is a “right way.” There’s just the way that works for your sister, and your best friend, and your neighbor’s babysitter, and your uncle’s step-daughter … but ultimately what matters is what works for YOU, the parent(s)/child team.
As I have mentioned here before, we’ve taken the long, slow progressive route to potty-training. Some people have told me this isn’t the way to go, but I whole-heartedly disagree. Maya has been sitting on the potty every night before her bath since she was 18 months old. It took her a good two months to get what she was sitting there to do (meaning, she peed) … but she had been showing plenty of “ready” signs … deep curiosity of the bathroom and the potty itself; alerting us when she was going to the bathroom; and she was able to undress herself (to some extent). Given these things, I felt confident in trying and just seeing where it went. And it worked. Continue reading “Potty Training Update”
Between Luis and I, there isn’t a shot in hell our daughter wouldn’t be stubborn and determined. It didn’t take us long to realize that she was, indeed, cut from our cloth.
From an early age — i.e., three months, she wanted to hold her own bottle. By the time we introduced solids at five or six months, she began grabbing the spoon out of our hands to feed herself, and within weeks she was completely feeding herself … using spoons and forks and not even making much of a mess. Even before she could talk, she loved to pick out specific toys and books for us to play/read. She loved to feed Rocco (cautiously balancing his food cup before putting it in his dish) and put her laundry in the hamper, careful to make sure no socks fell out.
Then it became she had to brush her OWN teeth. Take off her OWN shoes/coat/socks. Put ON said shoes/coat/socks. Continue reading ““Maya DO It””