There is almost three and a half years between my first and second baby. Not on purpose, but that is the way life works sometimes. In hindsight, that age gap taught me a few (or a lot) of things about when I wanted to do or not do certain things, or meet certain milestones. And it’s so funny what really gets me concerned now and what has me thinking “well, he’ll do it eventually”.
At 15 months old, our pediatrician suggested thinking about speech therapy in the next few months because my son was not saying words. So naturally, I really upped my conversation with him and began speaking to him all day every day, pointing things out and naming them. Even with all that, he still didn’t really start talking until about two and now he carries on a conversation like it’s nobody’s business.
But then with a few other things, I am just holding on to those for as long as I can. With my first, we got rid of the pacifier and had her in a twin bed by about eighteen months. I tried potty training her at two. Tried. She definitely did not want to be ready, so we waited six months and then she potty trained completely in three days. Eighteen months, two years old, those ages seemed so old with my first.
With my second, I find myself thinking, “But that’s so young! He’s still a baby!”.
He is two and a half years old. He still has his pacifier, still wears diapers and still sleeps in a crib. The only thing I am slightly considering changing in the near future is slowly getting rid of the pacifier. I am almost certain I will not potty train him or put him in a bed until he is at least three years old.
For one thing, I quite enjoy my freedom during the day knowing that I won’t have to drop everything in the middle of the store and race to find a bathroom. I also enjoy the fact that when it is nap time, I know that all children are contained to their cribs. Why stop a good thing? And there are actually very few things that compare to the feeling of going to get your baby (however big he may be) out of his crib and having him put his head on your shoulder with his blanket and his pacifier to snuggle for a few more minutes.
I know that he won’t go to kindergarten in diapers, with a pacifier and come home to go to sleep in his crib. If there is one thing I learned from my first and the lightning speed at which time passed, it’s that they are only babies for a short time. Why rush it?