It's Toddler Magic!

My son just turned two (like on Friday) and it seems like it's the magic age of change.

Yesterday, he awoke from a paltry, one hour nap. (Seriously, he had been going for two or three hours.) Right now, I'm hearing him babble in his crib during what should be today's nap - take 2. It's like my son turned "2" and he magically doesn't need a nap.

My toddler pulled an even crazier magic trick on me earlier in the day. It was almost like a horror movie, in fact. I put him down for a nap - take 1 - because the little bugger fell asleep in the car. beforehand. He cried a bit in his crib, but I was stinky from the gym and just had to take a shower. My fingers were crossed that he would just fall back asleep.

Took a nice shower, did a great squeegy job on the glass and I even started my minimalist makeup routine before I fired up the hair dryer. I thought, however, that I'd better check on my son before I really get into drying and trying to style my locks.

Outside of his closed door, I could hear his crib squeaking as he tossed and turned, but he wasn't crying, so back I went back to my bathroom to dry my hair.

Then, the magic (or horror) happened.

My son appeared in the double doorway of my bathroom - shirt on, little pee mark wetspots on the lower front part of his shirt and he was completely shortsless (and diaperless too, for that matter.)

I immediately turned off my hairdryer and my mind raced to solve the mystery. I was trying to understand the connection between my son being in my bathroom when, last I knew, he was in his crib. Then, he told me that he pooped.

My bewilderment turned to panic.

My son has recently used his magic to remove his diaper several times a day.

Now, his magical toddler powers can propel him out of his crib.

Thank goodness, he was just making up the part about the poop today.

My daughter, who's now seven, never once climbed out of her crib, let alone took her diaper off. (Except once and it's a well-documented mess in the scrapbook.) She was magical in other ways, like being precious, adorable, cool and smart. My son's magical toddler powers, however, are far beyond what I've experienced. I fear for what other tricks my son has up his 2T sleeve.

It Came And Went ...

My 40th birthday, that is.

While it's still scary to see that number in writing knowing it's referring to my age, I must say that turning 40 really didn't hurt too badly. In fact, it was kind of just another day.

My hubby took me out to a boutique hotel for the Saturday night before the big day, giving us a chance to dine on fancy food in a dimly-lit restaurant and drink ultra-expensive cocktails at a swanky bar - sans children. We were back in the room by 10 p.m., I might add.

On the actual big day, though, I was still a mom who had kids to care for, chores to do and errands to run. Let's see, my littlest and I had lunch with my oldest at school. I went to the cleaners. I believe I even stopped for gas. (I'm so old, that I've already forgotten what I did on my birthday.) We had an early 5 p.m. dinner at a nice restaurant with my family, but I had to take a break in the middle to calm down my antsy, bored toddler (who didn't care that it was a big milestone birthday for me). I also had to run across the street to escort my daughter to her first choir practice. After dinner, I waited for her to finish her singing - all on my 40th.

Next up? My son's birthday. He'll turn two this Friday and that's exciting and terrifying at the same time.

There's been no real time to think or worry about the beginning of a new decade in my life. I've been busy, after all. I turned 40 and life just keeps going on. That's ok with me. It sure as hell beats the alternative.