August 13th was a good day, for once. I kindly received some great energy from the pregnant gods yesterday morning and rolled out of bed at 8:30 am. That’s right – before 9:00! I open my phone and what pops up in my inbox? An email filled with how-‘far’-along-I-am-yet-so-close bull. I am 15 weeks this week and another milestone is Humnoy’s 17th month earth side.
I won’t go into detail of what he’s doing or not doing because what he’s not doing is be potty-trained. That’s all you need to know. I’m trying extra hard not to punch a wall when I step in a puddle of warm urine discreetly upon brown carpet or when he pees next, near, far from his potty chair. Being a mama to an otherwise advanced child is different because all these milestones reminders are untimely.
For example, according to BabyCenter, 17-month-olds “may be able to climb up stairs, turn around and sit at the top, then scoot her way back down. Some more cautious toddlers may climb the stairs but call for help to get back down.” Did they just use the word, “cautious” with Humnoy? To my newest readers, this is the same child who popped out of the birth canal with uncanny yet perfect head control. The same neonate that rolled over stomach to back shy of being a month old and yes, you guessed it, walked early.
So, how will Bebe #2 compare? We talk about it all the time. GH jokes that if it’s a girl, she will be the opposite (calm, zen baby) of her big brother yet if it’s another boy, we’re in for another round of Humnoy (literally non-stop mobile since he’s been mobile). What if he’s not? How can we embrace a child’s individual talent and personal abilities without comparing it to our own previous experience with a physical genius?
As of now, the only difference between Humnoy and his little sibling we have been able to compare on paper is the difference of the fetal heartbeat. Humnoy’s was always high; this little lemon’s was normal (i.e., much lower than Humnoy’s first one). Maybe that already says something. 🙂
Oh, he can say some cool words like his new favorite word for ball is “bow” and basketball is “bow-bow“. Other than that, he’s not potty-trained.