At 31 months
old, Gillian is hitting a whack of milestones. Beyond the fierce need to do everything herself, each day she surprises me by growing out of her naps
, potty training
instead of diapers and stringing together words to form full sentences that actually make sense. There is a downside to these new achievements: She’s a teary, clingy mess most of the time because, like Teresa Pitman said in this article
, her brain moves faster than her body at this age so she’s easily frustrated. It seems that only full-on physical contact nearly 24 hours a day settles her down. During the day she is on my hip, at night she is wedged between myself and my husband, deserting her own bed in the middle of the night and climbing in with us. Over and over I tell myself (and hear from others) that one day she won’t need me and I’ll miss her cuddles.
(On another note, I feel so chronically tired that I'm thinking that, like Leah Rumack
, I need Botox