I wanted to write this post yesterday, but sadly life got in the way. Not in a bad way, it was a good day, but still I find it frustrating when I can’t accomplish all I planned because of unplanned events.
But on to the topic at hand, my younger child turned two yesterday. Such a sad moment, because in my mind you can still call them babies until they are no longer one. I guess I can’t call her my baby anymore.
KJ is the polar opposite of BB. She’s social, uninterested (for the most part) in technology, mischevious, and daring. She can be a terrible handful, and she’s scarily manipulative for her young age. She’s got that gift where she gets away with so much by being adorable and giving those sweet/devilish little grins.
Before she came along, and got old enough to get into things, our childproofing was minimal. BB is such a rule follower and he has anxiety problems so he strives to never do anything wrong. I can feel completely comfortable with dozing off and letting him play safely. I know I can trust him. Then I got this little girl who was so different and it came as a shock. She has an obsession with knives, she will make a horrid mess of anything she can get her hands on, and she will climb anything and everything to explore. Making sure that things are out of her reach has become a major priority in our house.
Originally I had wanted to have another child right after her, but she was such a handful that we realized we weren’t ready to add another. In addition to her intense personality, she also dealt with severe acid reflux and related respiratory issues as a child. She couldn’t put on weight and stayed at 12 pounds for most of her first year of life. Now she’s double that and a lot healthier, but it’s definitely made us realize that parenting is not always going to be the easy ride it was when we had BB. So for now we have two, and it’s really the perfect setup for us. Our quiet little BB and crazy little KJ give us experience in every kind of parenting challenge between the two of them.