At 16 months, Harper is one adventurous toddler. She’s figured out how to climb up onto chairs and then stand up. So I’m constantly going, “sit down!” while she teeters on a chair.
While Grandma Corey was here, Harper picked out a talking dog named Violet. I think she carried Violet around, constantly pushing her paws for new songs, for about 48 straight hours.
We also got her a water table, since she was constantly trying to get into her little pool with clothes and shoes on.
She loves to scoop out the water and try to drink it (gross!), but she’s also started watering my plants and refilling the dog bowl.
I think she’s at the age where she’s very big on trying to imitate what we do. I’m constantly surprised at what she can understand even though she doesn’t really talk yet.
The other day she fell off one of the deck steps and scraped her forehead. Then she got a scrape on one knee, then the other. I think she’s going to go through childhood with constantly scraped knees. She’s a very curious soul who kind of charges through life. I have to admire her for that (even if it scares me).
Despite the vigilance required to parent a toddler, I’m finding that I’m able to enjoy parenthood a lot more these days. She’s more independent, less cranky, and a much better sleeper. Though her schedule still swings pretty wildly, she has been sleeping much later in the mornings and taking some long naps. She only wakes at night if there is something unusual going on, like houseguests, or if she has a dirty diaper.
The other day I was at the dentist and the hygienist was telling me about how she had a 1-year-old who didn’t sleep through the night. I told her about how much Harper had changed in the last few months, which seemed to make her feel a lot better. Like so many hard things in life, it gets better!