Wow you’re so lucky he’s a good eater! My oldest survived on cut up hot dogs, I swear. He did not like anything else!! I felt like a horrible mother!
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My kid didn’t talk until almost two! I finally realized we communicated a bit TOO well!
I automatically took care of everything anticipating all the wants and there was no need for words. So I quit responding to pointing or other non verbal cues from kid. Lo and behold–whole sentences came tumbling out!
kids crawl for such a short period of their lives. Yes, hoping you get some videos of crawling!
OK rolling memory after reading your rolling posts above: I’m reliving the terror from 18+ yrs ago when my s20 disappeared from my room when I went to his sister’s room for a minute. I had left him on the floor for tummy time. he was GONE when I came back. – he had rolled under my bed! I will never forget that panicked feeling.
@MaineLonghorn Mr R and I are SUPER picky eaters. I am determined to NOT let that happen to Ren, though I’m not entirely sure how to make that happen. Mr & I both ate everything until we were about 2 and then just stopped.
I actually ordered a baby food delivery service… lol. We’re so bad about eating fresh food and this way at least I know for sure he’s getting diverse, good food every day. www.tinyorganics.com - he loves them.
@gouf78 all of the boys/men in Mr R’s family, and my only nibling on my side, have had a speech delay. We’re trying to do signing with him especially since Mr R & I aren’t huge talkers and since he’s a corona baby, he rarely gets exposed to other people talking.
@bgbg4us We discovered that Ren was rolling when he disappeared off the bed when I went to go grab an outfit of his real quick. He was in the middle of the bed and by the time I got back, he disappeared. Turns out he rolled into the crack between our headboard and bed (so didn’t fall more than a few inches and he was totally fine) but I’ve NEVER been that scared in my life. Lesson learned. Very hard lesson learned.
S1 rolled off our bed. Fortunately, there was carpeting and he was OK, but it was scary and made us very aware of where we put him down. Didn’t make that mistake with S2.
My 2-year-old rolled off my bed and my brother, directly underneath in the iving room, told me it sounded like I dropped a bowling ball on the floor. Remarks that inspire self-confidence…NOT! Fortunately, at 24 it appears that she survived the accident.
One time I was outdoors with my oldest in a stroller. I hadn’t strapped him in because we were just in the front yard. It started raining so I grabbed the stroller and carried it up the few steps inside the front door. He went shooting out of the stroller and landed on the floor! I was so upset. I called the pediatrician’s nurse. After asking me questions, she said S should be fine. So scary!
It’s amazing how seriously we take our children’s safety. And how horrible we feel when we’ve screwed up!
I still am careful today to make sure everyone’s fingers are out of the door before I close it!
This is such a fun age! Except for teething and not staying asleep, though - there’s always something!
Rolling over and off heights is a huge worry when we have babies. I knew mine were rollers so couldn’t ever leave them unattended on any height.
I remember once losing S at our apartment building. I had walked down the apartment hallway and he was following and I turned around and he was gone! He was only about 10 months old and I ran back and woke H in a panic. One of us caught the elevator and pressed all the down buttons while one took the stairs to try to find him. He had gotten into the elevator and then got out at a different floor when the door opened. He was staring at the person who was trying to get on the elevator and the guy was staring back (likely wondering where his neglectful parents were). Talk about your heart stopping!
S1 wandered away twice. The first time he was not quite 3yo and we were at a new indoor mall in our area. We had the stroller, but he didn’t like sitting in it. We were all in a children’s clothing store when DH decided to go a few stores down to the record store. S1 stayed with me, or so I thought. I turned around and he was gone. DH saw me in the mall calling his name. In almost no time, we saw him across the way with 2 older women trying to talk to him. He wasn’t scared, but we sure were.
The 2nd time was at Disneyworld when he was 4.5yo. We had been to the Honey I Shrunk the Kids play area (his favorite movie at the time), left and went to a shop. DH and I each thought he was with the other one, and he was with neither of us. A Disney employee could sense our panic and put into effect their lost child protocol. He had gone back to the play area. He didn’t consider himself lost because he knew exactly where he was.
That child is responsible for more than one of my gray hairs.
I was a wanderer. The worst was when I was 2 and wandered away from my mom at Heathrow Airport. It was just the two of us traveling together.
It’s been 27 years and she STILL reminds me about it. We didn’t travel after that until I was like 13 lol.
Is there a family that hasn’t either lost a child, had the child fall or do something dangerous? No matter how careful one is, something can happen.
My son took off from a Stride Rite store when he was almost 3. While I was able to catch him before he got to far, he managed to stick his head through the railing that opened over the 1st floor of the mall; we were on the 2nd floor. I imagined the Leave it to Beaver episode when Beaver got his head stuck in the fence. Luckily, the bars were far enough apart that we were able to unstick my child, but close enough that he couldn’t squeeze through.
My daughter rolled down an entire flight of stairs at home; one of those typical “I thought you were watching her” moments. The baby gate to the stairs was opened, and she crawled out of our room and straight down the stairs. Once I heard the noise and ran out of the room, all I could do is stare at her tumbling down; I just froze. Said child is now 33 and we still talk about the day mom threw her down the stairs! As bother she and her brother have toddler girls, my only wish is they don’t have some of the same experiences.
The most terrifying moment of my life was when I was in a toy store on a pedestrian mall (with a back door to the parking garage) with my almost three year old son and 9 month old daughter in a toddler carrier on my back. When it was time to leave I called for my son and he was nowhere to be found.
I was in an absolute panic. Everyone started looking for him and I was terrified that he somehow got out the back door and was wandering in the parking garage.
I ran up and down the pedestrian mall screaming his name and finally found him with a security guard who was no doubt looking for me. My son didn’t seem to be too distressed and I was in tears. So grateful to this day that nothing terrible happened.
They can disappear so quickly.
I think every parent has these heart-stopping moments. The elevator story reminds me of when we were moving me into a new office downtown: a building with 4 stories and two basement parking levels. It was me, my husband, a colleague, and my toddler son clad only in a diaper and sandals. We’d exited the elevator on the second floor and were walking down the corridor toward my office, when we realized my son wasn’t with us.
We started looking and caught a glimpse of him inside the elevator with the door closing. He’d obviously re-entered and pushed a button because the elevator was moving but there was no light indicating whether he was going up or down. I can still remember the terror. Where to look? We split up and ran up and down the stairs. We found him on the lowest parking level, standing outside the elevator. In hindsight, that was the closest button to him so makes sense that this is what he’d push. He’s 30 years old now but just thinking about it makes me hyperventilate all over again.
S2 was readmitted to the hospital after he was born because he needed bili lights. Nurse put him in the isolette; I asked the nurse to show me how the latches worked. Nurse looked at me like I was an imbecile and said “Newborns don’t roll.” S2, at that very moment, rolled right out the the isolette. Nurse caught him 18 inches from the floor.
Ten minutes later, there was a large sign on the bed: “Rolling baby – latch the isolette!”
They also decided it would be great if I could stay in his room, complete with meals and a real bed.
He didn’t roll over again til four months
My son was a wanderer. I got a harness and leash for him. I’ve always been mystified by people who have objections to seeing leashed toddlers. By the time I bought the toddler leash, I already had experienced plenty of lost kid episodes.
And there were still plenty to come, as he grew older – (too old for a leash!) but at least old enough that I didn’t panic. When he was about 7 I lost him at the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum. I ended up just hanging out near the front of the museum until closing time.
Romani, we appreciate the updates! Sounds like Ren is growing beautifully!