This is my last month writing for Babble Toddler.
Which would sound sad, except I look at my little boy and I know that I’m not a toddler mom anymore. The crib and the Curious George single sheet are long packed away and in its place, a twin sized bed with construction sheets sits in my son’s blue room. The little sailboat mobile sits in a box and a metal vintage VW ban hangs on his wall. I find Matchbox cars under my feet, in my bed, and in my purse.
Heck, I even started buying actual kid shampoo instead of the baby body wash. (That was a huge step for me, as strange as it sounds. I mean…he can use conditioner!)
I haven’t bought a pack of diapers in well over six months and all the Little People toys are boxed away for any future children we may bring home. Instead, he picked out a dump truck lunch box and prefers to watch Superhero Squad on Netflix instead of a little monkey on PBS. He has a best friend and tells me when his feelings are hurt and carries on conversation over the dinner table.
So I may not be a toddler mom anymore, but I have to say, this kid thing is really amazing. These are some of the really freaking cute things that helped me realize I’m dealing with a kid, not a toddler:
p.s. you’ll be able to find me over on Babble Kid next month & hopefully back on my personal blog soon, now that the pool season and lazy summer days are winding down!
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