Ella is at what *I think* is my favorite age right now. She is eight months old (how??) and just makes us laugh with her squeals and slobber and smiles.
She has recently begun rolling everywhere she wants to go, hitting her head on everything in her path. Oh how she’ll cry, but a little pep talk (“ooh, you’re okay!) and she’s back on her merry way.
I’m her favorite person right now and I relish every time her smile lights up just by my presence. I know the time will probably come when my frumpy/mom hairdo/I don’t know anything about anything self will be the black spot in her teenage existence. So right now, I bask in the glory of being the greatest mom on Earth.
I should probably mention that when Carson was around eight months old, we decided that we needed another baby. With Ella being so charming, I vividly remember why I had that urge.
And the two of them together! Oh! My! Ovaries!
Speaking of Carson, two is treating him well and has it’s endearing moments. I love how he has started singing along to his favorite songs, a few words behind like a drunken karaoke singer. “John Deere! Made a better plow, John Deere! Made famous now, John Deere!…” Every morning when he gets out of bed, he goes directly to the box of his Thomas trains and names every one with great enthusiasm. “James! James’ coal tender! Thomas! Annie! Clarabel! Henry! Henry coal tender!…”
He has begun to fart at the dinner table. When asked what he should say when he toots out his bottom, he shouts, “Sank sou!” (thank you) causing me to hide my obvious chuckling.
His love of the Wonder Pets has made him very interested in eating celery. He asks for celery at every meal, sometimes even for a snack. “Celry? Pease Mommy? Wonder Pets celry?”
Conversely, there are some not so endearing things about age two. He has (and has had for a long time) an affinity for all things Daddy. Every morning when I go to get him up, he demands Daddy and throws a tantrum the size of Canada when I groggily explain that Daddy is at work. “No Daddy go work! No Mommy. Daaaaaadddddyyyyy!”
Come to think of it, he can throw a tantrum the size of Canada about most anything.
Meal time has become a spit-fest. Since I’m still learning as a parent, I made a big deal how WE DO NOT SPIT at the dinner table! NO WE DO NOT! So now spitting is ultra-cool and I’m trying to be ultra-cool about it, hoping that no reaction on my part will eventually make spitting so January 2008.
Remember how he asks for celery at every meal? Yeah, well he doesn’t actually eat it. Noooooo! He chews it then spits it out and when he can get all the little pieces out by spitting, he wipes his tongue with the palm of his hand.
Another trait that is less than endearing?
Carson farts at the dinner table.
So what is your favorite age (so far) with your kids?
I think my favourite age is the one we are at at the moment. 16 and a half months. Good fun.
She is definately her own little person, but still snuggly and cuddly and happy to have me do things for her. Plus, she loves making us laugh.
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I agree – 8 months has rocked (minus the teeth and wtf sleep) the personality fairy comes by daily and Alex is into everything – but in a really good way.
Oh, and I keep forgetting to eat so the weight loss will be good.
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my favourite age is always right now. i think it just keeps getting better and more interesting with both of them, and they are both so different from each other at each age…it’s crazy!
btw….oh, how i wish Zander and Carson could get together for a play-date. they would so rock the Island of Sodor…and Zander asks for celery too….two guesses on whether he actually eats it!
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I am loving my son’s age now. He’s six so he is doing the school thing and reading and all that. The communication is open and unquestionable and I really love that. Plus we have fun together playing games and riding bikes and stuff like that.
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Two years old is my favorite. I didn’t realize how awesome two is until I experienced three.
Hey, we’re in the same boat. My firstborn at 8 month old convinced me that babies were not hard work at all. So my children are 17 months apart. My oldest will be 4 next week. Yikes.
When my youngest was 8 months I was not yearning to have another. I was just trying to survive. Your kids must be awesome! You should have more.
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My favorite age in children totally depends on who is pissing me off the least at the moment.
18 months to three is really cute though. But honestly, every age keeps getting better and better.
As for the celery? There was a time when I had to avoid celery at all costs because not only were my children obsessed with it because of the Wonder Pets, but they refused to eat it, so they would demand that I eat it. However much celery there was, that was how much they would try to stuff into my mouth.
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