Progress
I know why some ancient cultures (and still some today) see a baby and say things like “Oh, that’s such an ugly baby,” to the mother. They do that so the gods won’t take notice of the baby and cause something to happen to it. Whenever I brag about one thing about Peanut, she starts doing the opposite. And vice versa.
I talked about naptime and sleeping and how good she was, and after that, boy, did we have trouble getting her to bed at night. She started freaking out on a regular basis at bedtime right after that. (I swear she can read and does this to irritate me!) On the other hand, I talked about how hard it was to potty train her, and right after that, her new favorite phrase is, “I have to go potty.” She goes and opens the door, turns on the light, and takes off her diaper by herself.
Everything does happen in its own time. She’s ready now. Everything is a stage. As soon as you get done complaining about one thing, it’s over. And a new thing usually pops up to take its place. I still helps to complain and get advice, but it does pass, which is comforting. It also means you’re never done parenting. It’s quite a job, isn’t it??
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