While I was up at 1 a.m. dealing with an inconsolable-totally-unlike-herself-because-she-is-teething(?) Willow...I was heartened to read several posts by people on Facebook and a hillarious post by Serenity on the stage we are going through--the early stage of toddlerhood.
Its interesting that I have done this before, but I am still learning every day things I either don't remember, did not know, or mistakes that I then remember that I did with Michael. Everyday I find myself trying to compare--when Michael tried to get into the downstairs bathroom, we merely had the door shut (adding a door knob do-hickey later on that prevented everyone from opening the door with ease). Now, we have the cat's litter in there. Even when I shut the door, I can only do it for a little bit of time--I really don't know a more convenient spot for the cat's litter, and I really am not in the mood to train two non-verbal beings in the house at once. (yes, I know--the dreaded Gate will have to make an appearance)
When Willow goes for the entertainment center--its not the huge cabinet it was for Michael. The huge non-fragile cabinet. No...know its the smallish stand with the BIG new T.V. on it, and the Wii and the X-Box...and the wires therein...she is like a fly attracted to the light. I have the wires under control. And she mostly avoids it--unless the television is on...and then WHOOSH! Willow is after that television stand. (yeah, limited television viewing has been enforced, but there is only so much of that in a house with a ten year old--if its not the television, its video games)
I don't know if its because I am older, or because she is faster. Last night I was putting the dishes into the dishwasher while Michael was doing his homework. And Willow was sitting on my foot and trying to grab at the dirty utensils that I just put in. I muttered about not knowing if Michael had been this underfoot. Willow just smiled at me. And tried to pull my sock off. And then crawl 60 mph to the cat's food dish.