Cheerios, boogers, and teeth (not in that order)
During the last few nights (i.e. the earliest part of morning when all normal people are still asleep) when Matty cries out I have just ignored him. I didn't so much act as though he didn't exist, I just didn't rush into his room after his second or third cry. I truly think this has helped the situation immensely. He is old enough to be able to soothe himself, and if he truly became arm flailing, non-stop sobbing upset, I would be right there at his side to soothe him. But, the glorious thing about me pretending that he isn't making any noise? He has been somewhat going back to sleep. I say somewhat, because he still likes to make a bunch of noise, just so I know he's there, but then after his noise making session, all is quiet for another hour or so. My new best parenting tip: Ignore your kid, it'll do wonders for your under eye bags!
While my eye bags may be a little less severe, the number of times my heart stops beating per day has increased, due to the fact that my boy has started to pull himself along on the floor and grab onto whatever he can wrap his chubby fingers around. I am beyond thrilled that he is moving around on his own, but would like very much for him to listen to me when I politely explain that the top heavy oscillating fan, which is not secured to the floor in any way, shape, or form, is not a chew toy for babies. He just doesn't seem to be listening to me, since the fan is the main thing he tries to put in his mouth when we are in the kitchen. Well, that, and the dirty throw rugs that get washed about once a year. I just tell myself: the more he chews on the rugs, the less sick he will be in the months to come because those rugs probably hold every germ from 2005 to the present inside them.
Although, perhaps chewing on said rugs contributed to Matty's snotty nose and stuffiness. Jim and I have been on booger patrol for the last week now, and poor kid, I feel so badly for him, but he doesn't seem to getting any better. Actually, it wasn't the rugs at all that made him sick, this I know. We visited some friends about two weeks ago and Matthew decided that putting every single toy they owned in his pie hole was a very good idea. Since I am nothing if not alert, I didn't realize he was making out with these toys until it was too late, and by then the damage was already done. Far be it from me to interrupt a make out session, (especially one that involved toy cars, of which Matty has none) so I sat back and let the debauchery continue. It was only after the snot started oozing from Matthew's nose at an alarming rate that I realized: 'Hey. Chewing other kid's toys is not recommended and this is why. Duh.' Well, what's done is done and now I just hope that his Royal Snottiness feels better soon. He doesn't act like he's feeling bad, he just has constant drippings from the middle of his face, which really isn't that cute. Go figure.
One last report on the boy: Two new top teeth! With another one on the way! He'll have as many teeth as he does fingers on one hand. Amazing. We gave him cheerios for the first time last night and you would have thought we were trying to poison him according to the look on his face when a cheerio passed through his lips. Jim and I couldn't help but burst into laughter at Matty's expression, and he tried so hard to get rid of the cheerio nastiness, only to have it fall out of his mouth and stick to his lip, then his chin, then his bib. Trust me, it was funny, and not just because I need to get out the house more often.
While my eye bags may be a little less severe, the number of times my heart stops beating per day has increased, due to the fact that my boy has started to pull himself along on the floor and grab onto whatever he can wrap his chubby fingers around. I am beyond thrilled that he is moving around on his own, but would like very much for him to listen to me when I politely explain that the top heavy oscillating fan, which is not secured to the floor in any way, shape, or form, is not a chew toy for babies. He just doesn't seem to be listening to me, since the fan is the main thing he tries to put in his mouth when we are in the kitchen. Well, that, and the dirty throw rugs that get washed about once a year. I just tell myself: the more he chews on the rugs, the less sick he will be in the months to come because those rugs probably hold every germ from 2005 to the present inside them.
Although, perhaps chewing on said rugs contributed to Matty's snotty nose and stuffiness. Jim and I have been on booger patrol for the last week now, and poor kid, I feel so badly for him, but he doesn't seem to getting any better. Actually, it wasn't the rugs at all that made him sick, this I know. We visited some friends about two weeks ago and Matthew decided that putting every single toy they owned in his pie hole was a very good idea. Since I am nothing if not alert, I didn't realize he was making out with these toys until it was too late, and by then the damage was already done. Far be it from me to interrupt a make out session, (especially one that involved toy cars, of which Matty has none) so I sat back and let the debauchery continue. It was only after the snot started oozing from Matthew's nose at an alarming rate that I realized: 'Hey. Chewing other kid's toys is not recommended and this is why. Duh.' Well, what's done is done and now I just hope that his Royal Snottiness feels better soon. He doesn't act like he's feeling bad, he just has constant drippings from the middle of his face, which really isn't that cute. Go figure.
One last report on the boy: Two new top teeth! With another one on the way! He'll have as many teeth as he does fingers on one hand. Amazing. We gave him cheerios for the first time last night and you would have thought we were trying to poison him according to the look on his face when a cheerio passed through his lips. Jim and I couldn't help but burst into laughter at Matty's expression, and he tried so hard to get rid of the cheerio nastiness, only to have it fall out of his mouth and stick to his lip, then his chin, then his bib. Trust me, it was funny, and not just because I need to get out the house more often.
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