The coldest months of the year, January through March, went by very quickly. Little G went from being a floor baby to sitting up and entertaining himself for what now seems like hours on end. Add in three naps a day, and I can't imagine what I ever thought was difficult about raising a child that age.
This year, the coldest months have been very different. Little G figured out how to walk in December and has been itching to get outside ever since. But we live in New England and it is cold here. And not just cold, but cold and wet and miserable. Never before in my entire life have I ever truly been exhausted by winter. But with a spirited, into-everything, bored toddler, who doesn't express himself well in any other way than tantrums, being house bound for even just a few hours a day has been miserable.
I am starting to think, and I know that this is silly and a grand over-generalization, but I am starting to think that perhaps raising children in warmer states is somehow easier. Fussy toddler? Go for a walk outside...not here in New England. Perhaps the key is having a winter baby. Then, when you hit 18 months (did you know that it is fairly common for kids to be at their worst in the 1/2 years...18 months, 2.5, 3.5, etc.?) it would be summer and the options for entertainment for both kid and parent would be better.
I know quite a few people who are pregnant with their first babies right now, and many of them are dreading that first winter. Concerns range from 'being stuck inside' to keeping their kids warm. But I can tell you that the first year isn't going to be the problem. But what I would say to them is that they're worried over nothing. The first year is cake compared to the next year. Of course, that just scares me into thinking about what the parents of the three year olds would have to say to me right about now.