Today I found spaghetti in my Converse. Cold Spaghetti. I’m not sure how long it had been there, but it’s a sign that my daughter is entering a mischievous age. She’s testing the boundaries and exploring the world, and is closely edging towards the terrible twos. However before we embark on that journey here’s a little list of what she does best at 18-months old.
- She has recently started to give me a hug after nursery. This is a new thing. She gets up from her chair and wraps her arms around my legs. After a hard day at work a hug from my daughter is one of the best things in the world.
- She plays a silly game where she sits in the Bugaaboo seat folded up on the floor, and pretends to drive it like a car.
- She loves to climb up on me whilst I sit on the sofa, and head butt me. It’s hurts, but I think it’s a weird type of affection.
- She understands a fair bit. She knows how to put the toy fish or toy duck into the cup during bath time if you ask her to.
- She loves to climb on me or Daddy if we lie on the floor. Standing up on us, like we are surfboard. Although I am petrified that she is going to bite my ears when she crawls on my head.
- She’s trying to be an escape artist. Often I find her with my house keys in her hands, toddling towards the front door, and then trying to unlock or lock the door. Or she has her coat and hat in her hands, bashing the front door.
- She loves being outside, toddling around and exploring. Since learning how to walk, her love for being out of doors has grown hugely.
- She has a love for grapes, demanding them as soon as we arrive home after nursery. When the bowl is empty, she’s up at my feet begging for more.
- She loves her bunny, and sleeps with it underneath her belly every night. A slight cry or murmur can be solved by passing her bunny.
- She really enjoys reading and looking at picture books. Every single night nearly all her books are read. It’s going to be tough choosing her favourite book for World Book Day this week.
- She loves shouting “hiya” at random people in the street or on the train. Slightly embarrassing for me, but most people find it sweet and say “hello” back. I’m hoping that she’s not going to be shy.
So for all the mischievous and toddler tantrums to come, there are lots of sweet and happy moments. However I’m sure that it’s not the last time I find food in my shoes. Anyone else had this problem?