My daughter is in the middle of a growth spurt.
It’s really funny how I can spot these from a mile away. First comes the eating. Then comes the snoozing. Then come the crankies. This latest growth spurt began when my picky eater (as of late) began requesting snack after snack after snack: “Mommy, I mowgurt?” “Mommy, I quacker?”, “Mommy, I Fwies?” (veggie fries). Meals were gobbled up, cup after cup of milk and water requested. Snack after snack granted. After a couple days it became clear that we were in the middle of a growth spurt.
Traditionally, after a week of calorie-loading, my little girl has then gone on a sleeping spree. Early bedtimes, late wake-ups, longer-than-usual naps. This is actually the really great part of the growth spurt, because once I see that it’s coming, I get my “to-do” list ready and prepare to be amazingly productive.
But then come the crankies. Growing is hard work (hey, they don’t call them “growing pains for nothing), so I can completely understand this phase of the growth spurt, and my only contribution as a mom is to be ready with snuggles when she wants them, give her space when she doesn’t, and watch her for the times when I need to break out the baby Tylenol (the growth spurts that involve cutting teeth are often the ones that require those “big guns”).
Once the crankies are complete, little lady is noticeably bigger. And of course, then follows the painful part for mom: Packing up all those clothes that no longer fit!