Sleep...well, whenever. We've never been ultra strict about scheduling sleep. At least not during the infant years. But I guess that goes double now since Bo's nickname is Partybaby specifically because... He. Does. Not. Want. To. Go. To. Sleep. Like ever. At night he does okay, but during the day, you can forget it. It's a good day if I get him down for one solid one and a half hour nap. It's a normal day if he sleeps for an hour.
Eat cake. P.'s first real taste of sweets was the cupcake she stared at confusedly at her first birthday party. And then refused to eat. Bo, on the other hand, just about loses his mind when you try to feed him something that's not exactly what everyone else is eating. While I love this because it makes it easy to feed him most of the time, it's frustrating when P. is having cake or ice cream at a birthday party or a cookie treat at home. Sometimes I take him into a different room. And sometimes, I let him have a little cake.
Eat just about anything. Food, sure. And weird stuff for a baby, like spicy green curries and pickled ginger. So far the only things he hasn't much liked at soy hot dogs and cold lentil soup. But while I'm not actively encouraging him to eat every little speck of dirt he finds, I'm also not losing my mind unless what he's eating is poisonous or a choking hazard. That means crunchy fall leaf bits and what we call floor fuzzies are sometimes on the menu.
Watch TV. At Bo's very first doctor appointment outside of the hospital, the bored pediatrician was running through the list of things new parents ought to know. Like put babies to sleep on their backs and rear facing car seats until two, etc. When he got to no screen time for the first two years, we all kind of shrugged. P. sometimes watches a show. Sunday night is Family Movie Night. Bo is going to see a little TV. So far, the only thing that has interested him was a single commercial for some totally weird costumed musical group for toddlers none of us had ever heard of.
Climb. I'm talking about stairs - the mister has actually been teaching Bo to navigate the stairs, eep. And I'm talking about playground equipment. Big kid playground equipment. Yesterday, we four walked to one of our many local playgrounds and while P. had her fill of sliding and riding and running around, Bo (with help) climbed up pretty much everything. Recently, I caught Bo having snuck halfway up to the second floor while I grabbed clothes. As terrifying as it was, I guess I'd rather he know how to navigate them!
What have you found yourself letting your subsequent little ones do that your first never got to do??