Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Legume, 22 months



She’s warm and just slightly sticky, her breath sweet with strawberries and ice cream. She is sun-warmed toffee, a glazed Cinnabon. Grasping hands reaching for me, a warmth held against me as we cuddle off to sleep.

She is a loud and dramatic toddler. Mercurial in temperament, sunshine and tears. Today she happily picked out a purple sweater, laughing. Then burst into tears when I pulled the sweater over her head. Then stopped crying and beamed. She cries when you tell her to wash her hands. She cries when you stop her from playing in the waste basket. She cries when you tell her “No.” She cries when you hand her a bowl of cheerios. There are days that she cries at anything.

She's like a moody teenager who can't talk (other than a few understandable words) but expects you to read her mind.

She is a fashion diva. She loves hats, shoes, purses. She loves to wear her big sister’s ladybug Halloween costume (last year’s Halloween costume, discovered in a closet). She has very definite taste in clothes. A month ago we went on a little family vacation to an indoor water park resort. There, my husband introduced Legume to a pair of blue toddler Crocs to wear around the pool. Now Legume wants to wear those crocs all the time.

She is her big sister’s shadow. Her sister’s copycat, her acolyte, her worshipper and pupil and rival. Bean-girl gets up from the dining table to spin in circles on the floor? Legume begs to be released from her high chair so that she can do the same. Bean-girl practices her ballet moves? Legume must try as well. It’s no longer enough that Legume drink from the same color cup that Bean-girl uses. Now Legume is demanding Bean-girl’s cup itself! (it’s the same milk in both cups, little Legume). Whatever Bean-girl has, Legume must have as well.

Legume’s favorite words? “No” and “Gimmee.”

She refuses to use a toddler spoon now. She eats only with big-people utensils. At the table, she drinks only from an open-mouthed cup. She’s started to walk up the stairs, holding onto the railings with one hand (this makes me very nervous). She is slowly, all on her own, giving up nursing. We don’t even nurse every night now—not even when I’m the one putting her to sleep.

She’s not a baby anymore, as husband saw fit to remind me today.

She’s 22 months, and growing up so fast.

She’s not a baby, but she’ll always be my baby.


7 comments:

Mimi said...

This post made me misty. How fast they grow!The pictures were too sweet.

PA said...

So cute! Any chance you could post your observations on having a pair? I was an only and am agonizing with the decision to increase or not, at the moment.

rana said...

ode to legume! i should visit that little ladybug soon!

to PA, i think its great having sisters :)

The bean-mom said...

PA,

Going from one to two children is an adjustment...but when you see your two children laughing together and hugging each other... when you see your older girl put her arms around the baby and comfort her... then it's totally worth it.

The number of children in a family is a very personal decision, of course, and different for every family. My husband and I both have siblings who are very important to us (Hi, Rana!) I wanted Bean-girl to have the same. We had two children so that they could have each other. When my husband and I are gone, Bean-girl and Legume will still have each other (hopefully!)

ScientistMother said...

That was so sweet! yes they do grow up so fast. I feel like writing another letter to my little boy as he has not slowed down either. He walks up stairs like a big person now...

Astronomum said...

Such a cutie.

ScienceMama said...

mercurial is the absolute best word to describe a toddler. i hear ya' lady!