8 merry months
I just need to type a generic post every time M turns a month older since all I do is sit down and marvel at how quickly the time passes, gawk at how big my boy is becoming, and bask in all the fun I'm having being a momma.
My very best friend came to visit this past weekend, and it was such a joy watching her interact with M. Thank God M has yet to enter the "cling to Momma" stage; he still willingly goes to anyone and everyone who will give him a smile. Watching two of my most favorite people in the world bond was almost too much for my heart to handle; it should have exploded from the cuteness. Thankfully, it did not. The explosion actually occurred after I held our friends newborn baby girl for the first time on Saturday, she was so tiny, so weightless, and it was hard to believe that M was ever that size. Seeing the two of them in one room together, and looking at the differences 8 little months make in development, did me in. I am both eager and at the same time dragging my heels to have another baby.
While having a new little baby to fawn all over would be divine, I would then have to worry about carting said baby around, as well as my son. M is a great crawler, he is all over the place, and is pretty quick, even though he is still doing his stomach crawl. The problem is, once he crawls within a two foot radius of any person who walks on two legs, he starts grunting and whining to be picked up, so he too can walk on two legs. I love that is so excited about walking, and the delight on his face when someone holds his hands to pull him into a standing position is priceless. That being said, it is really hard to get things done when the only thing my child wants to do is walk back and forth between the kitchen and living room all day long. And? My back hurts. He isn’t exactly tall.
J thinks it won’t be long until the boy is walking on his own, J himself walked at 9 months. It will be wonderful for M to walk independently; but it also means that I will have to do actual work around the house to childproof the place. Oh. And buy a baby gate. No, that still hasn’t happened. Don’t look at me that way.
In addition to becoming more independent, M is also becoming more squirmy. It is virtually impossible to burp the child now because he is constantly turning himself around to see whatever is behind him. Basically we spin in circles as I burp him, a fun new game, probably more so for M than for Momma. But, I would venture to guess that M’s most favorite game of all right now is “Imgonnagetchoo!” created and patented by Daddykins himself. All you need is a bed, a crawling baby, and a Daddy. This game can entertain for at least 5 minutes, long enough for Momma to haphazardly throw on some clothes, brush hair, and at least pretend that she is a little concerned with her appearance.
Another thing that will captivate M for more than a mere 2.3 seconds, are Cheerios. I hate to carelessly throw Cheerios his way for the sake of getting him to stay still so I can unpack at least one bag of groceries, since I don’t want him to associate food with staying still, but it is very tempting not to do. Cheerios don’t have quite the time occupying power they used to, since M can now get all the little ‘o’ shaped bits in his piehole in record time, but they are still a quick distraction when I need one.
And while I am constantly trying to distract M so I can quickly check work email, or start dinner, or simply use the bathroom, I try not to become distracted by everyday life. I am focusing on being an attentive momma, and it is a challenge, especially when I don’t want to sit at the edge of the coffee table and watch my baby sit and stand for ten minutes without stopping, because couldn’t he sit and stand while I read this here blog post? The answer is yes. Yes he could, and it doesn’t make me a bad person for wanting to have a little adult stimulation, but I also want to remember what M’s first few months are like, and trying to do too many things at once won’t help my memory.
Asking M whether or not I should be reading while he is playing will most certainly result in an emphatic NO head shake. He has mastered this skill quite well, and is willing to display his ability every time a question directed his way. (I’m not saying he understands the question, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to answer.) J has been trying to teach M to shake his head yes, and you can imagine his response to learning that. *Shakes head ‘no’.*
My very best friend came to visit this past weekend, and it was such a joy watching her interact with M. Thank God M has yet to enter the "cling to Momma" stage; he still willingly goes to anyone and everyone who will give him a smile. Watching two of my most favorite people in the world bond was almost too much for my heart to handle; it should have exploded from the cuteness. Thankfully, it did not. The explosion actually occurred after I held our friends newborn baby girl for the first time on Saturday, she was so tiny, so weightless, and it was hard to believe that M was ever that size. Seeing the two of them in one room together, and looking at the differences 8 little months make in development, did me in. I am both eager and at the same time dragging my heels to have another baby.
While having a new little baby to fawn all over would be divine, I would then have to worry about carting said baby around, as well as my son. M is a great crawler, he is all over the place, and is pretty quick, even though he is still doing his stomach crawl. The problem is, once he crawls within a two foot radius of any person who walks on two legs, he starts grunting and whining to be picked up, so he too can walk on two legs. I love that is so excited about walking, and the delight on his face when someone holds his hands to pull him into a standing position is priceless. That being said, it is really hard to get things done when the only thing my child wants to do is walk back and forth between the kitchen and living room all day long. And? My back hurts. He isn’t exactly tall.
J thinks it won’t be long until the boy is walking on his own, J himself walked at 9 months. It will be wonderful for M to walk independently; but it also means that I will have to do actual work around the house to childproof the place. Oh. And buy a baby gate. No, that still hasn’t happened. Don’t look at me that way.
In addition to becoming more independent, M is also becoming more squirmy. It is virtually impossible to burp the child now because he is constantly turning himself around to see whatever is behind him. Basically we spin in circles as I burp him, a fun new game, probably more so for M than for Momma. But, I would venture to guess that M’s most favorite game of all right now is “Imgonnagetchoo!” created and patented by Daddykins himself. All you need is a bed, a crawling baby, and a Daddy. This game can entertain for at least 5 minutes, long enough for Momma to haphazardly throw on some clothes, brush hair, and at least pretend that she is a little concerned with her appearance.
Another thing that will captivate M for more than a mere 2.3 seconds, are Cheerios. I hate to carelessly throw Cheerios his way for the sake of getting him to stay still so I can unpack at least one bag of groceries, since I don’t want him to associate food with staying still, but it is very tempting not to do. Cheerios don’t have quite the time occupying power they used to, since M can now get all the little ‘o’ shaped bits in his piehole in record time, but they are still a quick distraction when I need one.
And while I am constantly trying to distract M so I can quickly check work email, or start dinner, or simply use the bathroom, I try not to become distracted by everyday life. I am focusing on being an attentive momma, and it is a challenge, especially when I don’t want to sit at the edge of the coffee table and watch my baby sit and stand for ten minutes without stopping, because couldn’t he sit and stand while I read this here blog post? The answer is yes. Yes he could, and it doesn’t make me a bad person for wanting to have a little adult stimulation, but I also want to remember what M’s first few months are like, and trying to do too many things at once won’t help my memory.
Asking M whether or not I should be reading while he is playing will most certainly result in an emphatic NO head shake. He has mastered this skill quite well, and is willing to display his ability every time a question directed his way. (I’m not saying he understands the question, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to answer.) J has been trying to teach M to shake his head yes, and you can imagine his response to learning that. *Shakes head ‘no’.*
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