Fiona is officially one-and-a-half-years-old (as of 6 days ago that is =). 18 months is a big milestone in my mind….I imagine most people have bench marks in their heads – for whatever reasons – and 18 months was mine. Through all the crazy first several months I remember thinking , ” when we get to 18 months then we’ll be well on our way ” When times were exceptionally trying (and they were a lot back then) I used to think about how I couldn’t wait until Fi was older. My little secret that I never said out loud because it would be met with those words of wisdom (words from people who didn’t have infants like fi) “they grow up so fast, enjoy every minute”. But I just wanted her to be older….past that frustrating stage….I felt guilty for it until I decided that Fi wanted to be older too so I wasn’t just be selfish. And she did grow up fast…but knowing what I know now I still would wish past those first several months. Anyway, with 18 months came the realization that we are past the point (and have been for some time now) of wishing her to be older. Now I can enjoy every minute of it, enjoy each stage – however bewildering it may be.
Things are definitely different at 18 months…for instance it’s 6 days after her “birthday” and i still haven’t made her dr.’s appointment – i have no idea how much she weighs, how tall she is or where she falls on the % chart. I haven’t cracked open a baby book in some time to check whether she’s developing properly and i know she has teeth – is still getting teeth – but don’t ask me how many cause i have no idea. Soon maybe I’ll be able to stop referring to her age in months!
So happy year-and-a-half little one. We made it!
Amen. I agree 100%!