I don’t know what happened, but my baby is suddenly 18 months old and not a baby anymore. He is still happy and smiley as he has been his whole little life, but he is also a major handful. This child has crazy tantrums when he doesn’t get his way. I don’t remember Max doing that. But let’s say Max is sitting on my lap and Mars wants me to walk somewhere with him. If I say no, not right now, he throws himself on the floor and cries. But the worst is when he is hungry. Mars gets HANGRY, to which I can relate. Every evening when I am making dinner, and usually while I am making breakfast too, he pulls on my leg, crying and screeching at me, wanting to be held, wanting every component I am trying to cook (raw potatoes, raw meat, etc) and furious when I finally lock him out of the kitchen for his own safety. The moment we sit down to the table he is happy as could be again. He is also clearly going through a growth spurt, as he eats more than I do most meals and is always hungry and willing to eat again moments later. On Monday we had lunch with my in-laws and Mars ate 3 full ears of corn! (they were cut in half, so he had six halves).
While Max at this age worked very hard on the handful of words he knew, with not a lot of babbling in between (which is very much Max’s personality, to be sure he’s correct before saying it out loud), Mars babbles a lot, clearly trying to tell me all kinds of things, but so far here are the words that are somewhat recognizable:
More (sometimes will sign it too)
“E” ( all letters and numbers are “E!”)
Moo = oooo
Shoe = oooo
Hot = hhhh sound
Toes = ooooh
I got hurt/ something hurts= Ow (and points to where)
I want that food thing right now! = WHAWHAWHA
Baby = Mimi
Today he was working on saying rice and ice, both of which sounded something like yhyce
Signs all done, occasionally signs “eat” and “more”.
The greatest joy of Mars’ little life is when Max plays with him, though he is learning to stand up for himself and fight back when Max tries to take a toy he is playing with. When I tell him it is time to go get Max from school he says “Mah! Mah!” he whole way there. He is still very physical and fearless when it comes to climbing things. I’m pretty sure he thinks anything Max can do is completely reasonable to imitate.
He loves to be read to and brings me book after book, his favorites being any with elephants . Mars loves to carry around his babydoll “Mimi” (what he calls all babies, and also what he says when he wants to be picked up).
We have been to the gym childcare a few times and it is going well (I only take Mars when Max is at school). He seems to do well there. It’s not ever crowded and despite my fear that he would cry the whole time he is fine once I leave the room. I have been exercising more lately in part because I just need a break from Mars’ bossy demands (he is SO LOUD when he is mad about something!) but also because exercise is good for me.
Mars is into EVERYTHING. He has figured out how to open the bifold doors to all the closets in the hall. He pulls out the brooms and dust pans, takes puzzles out and throws the pieces all over the floor, gets into the pantry and carries potatoes all over the house etc. It is messy and exhausting and we definitely need to get locks.
He is still very snuggly and very protective of me. He does not like anyone messing with me, which has made for some interesting trips to the doctor and the chiropractor. He gets very jealous if Max sits on my lap and tries to shove him off. Even M gets the evil eye for playing too rough with me or hugging me too long.
Almost every morning Mars wakes up between 530-6 (Except for the unfortunate occasions when he wakes up at 430 instead). I always bring him to bed with me when he wakes up. If I am lucky we go back to sleep until Max wakes up at 630, but sometimes Mars just wants to play and brings me books from his room instead.
On Saturday I cleaned our entire house from top to bottom. It took 9 hours, plus I finished cleaning the bathtub the following day. It hadn’t been really, truly cleaned since probably Thanksgiving and it feels awesome, except the more I clean, the more messes I notice. I haven’t had the energy, motivation or time in quite awhile but all of those things finally came together this weekend. Hopefully we can keep it that way for awhile, but it’s tough to do much of anything productive during the week when Mars is awake, so it requires M to be home and me to be not too tired. My guest room/office/overflow toy storage area still needs cleaning but that is harder and I haven’t gotten to it, but I will soon.
Every time I think we have decided definitively about the third child issue we change our minds. We had decided we were good with two, then we decided we for sure wanted a third, and after a couple of weeks of tantrums and limited patience from both parents we once again are back around wondering if maybe we should stick with two. I have no answer. I feel like maybe we are supposed to have a third child, like it is destined or something. But I also feel like it might kill me.