I think I have a pretty good memory, most of the time. But I think maybe I forget how active and investigative my toddlers are. I remember thinking Austin was a climber and even posted blogs with photos of him climbing. Then Isaac came along and was given the nickname "Tornado." And really Isaac has been my most active, challenging and stubborn child but he is so cute and loving that I enjoy the challenge- most some days.
Now Ben is in that investigative stage. I love it. I love that everything is new and exciting. But he has taken everything to a new level. He figured out how to climb on the chairs while at my parents' this summer. So we pushed in chairs. Until he figured out how to pull them out the next day. Then we got home and I was happy with my counter height table and chairs that he could NOT climb up. And then he did. We bought a baby gate similar to the one my mom has- it swings open, it is lovely. It is perfect, if it is latched. Tightly. If you don't hear it click, Ben has figured out how to open it, climb up and close and not-quite-latch behind him so when you pass by the stairs you don't think he is up there. But he is. Emptying Jill's drawers and such. But I still love it. And I LOVE that he LOVES to be in Nursery at church. We are still working on Sacrament Meeting.
Also, even with a rash from head to toe (literally spots under his hair and the bottoms of his feet and palms of hands) from an allergic reaction, he is so pleasant. He screams when he can't communicate what he wants but we just do trial and error. "More cheese. Oh you don't want more cheese. How about milk? Oh just one sip of milk. How about a cracker? Good. We like goldfish. Oh. Maybe Cheerios now. Maybe your tired." I love my 16 month old.
Now Ben is in that investigative stage. I love it. I love that everything is new and exciting. But he has taken everything to a new level. He figured out how to climb on the chairs while at my parents' this summer. So we pushed in chairs. Until he figured out how to pull them out the next day. Then we got home and I was happy with my counter height table and chairs that he could NOT climb up. And then he did. We bought a baby gate similar to the one my mom has- it swings open, it is lovely. It is perfect, if it is latched. Tightly. If you don't hear it click, Ben has figured out how to open it, climb up and close and not-quite-latch behind him so when you pass by the stairs you don't think he is up there. But he is. Emptying Jill's drawers and such. But I still love it. And I LOVE that he LOVES to be in Nursery at church. We are still working on Sacrament Meeting.
Also, even with a rash from head to toe (literally spots under his hair and the bottoms of his feet and palms of hands) from an allergic reaction, he is so pleasant. He screams when he can't communicate what he wants but we just do trial and error. "More cheese. Oh you don't want more cheese. How about milk? Oh just one sip of milk. How about a cracker? Good. We like goldfish. Oh. Maybe Cheerios now. Maybe your tired." I love my 16 month old.
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