Stand in the place where you live
Matthew has started pulling himself up when he is in his crib. As in: PULLING HIMSELF UP.
Another definition: Standing. Alone. By himself.
He does this quickly, without any problems, and then stares at me overtop his crib railing, waiting patiently for me to clap and get excited. And yes, I am thrilled that he learned this skill, and especially that he mastered it so quickly. However, I would have preferred for him to learn it when he was older, like 5 or 6. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about him standing up and I could continue to put him in his cage for safe keeping and not stress out about he is trying to escape from said cage, and I really do mean crib.
My kid has also mastered the army crawl quite well; he can motor all over the place in no time at all. Currently his favorite crawling path is from his room to our bathroom. This is all fine and dandy, except this particular path takes Matthew by the stairs of death, for which we have no gate (GASP!). Unless me standing at the top of the stairs, telling Matty not to come near me counts, then we have a gate.
Really it is amazing how quickly Matthew has mastered the stomach crawl, so I am guessing it won't be long now before he is up on his hands and knees moving around, which will only perpetuate me singing even more bad 80's songs. Right now my song of choice is compliments of Sister Christian, and though I only know a few words, you can pretty much guarantee that I am singing it all damn day.
You're motoring
What's your price for flight
Good times. I have a fabulous singing voice. I promise.
In other news: what is up with my hair post baby and will I ever be satisfied with it? Granted it finally stopped falling out every time I took a breath, but what's left is well...deflated...limp...not shiny. Basically I feel like I look very raggedy all day long. I yearn for shine, for smooth, luscious locks. I need serious hair intervention that does not involve clippers and a buzz cut.
Another definition: Standing. Alone. By himself.
He does this quickly, without any problems, and then stares at me overtop his crib railing, waiting patiently for me to clap and get excited. And yes, I am thrilled that he learned this skill, and especially that he mastered it so quickly. However, I would have preferred for him to learn it when he was older, like 5 or 6. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about him standing up and I could continue to put him in his cage for safe keeping and not stress out about he is trying to escape from said cage, and I really do mean crib.
My kid has also mastered the army crawl quite well; he can motor all over the place in no time at all. Currently his favorite crawling path is from his room to our bathroom. This is all fine and dandy, except this particular path takes Matthew by the stairs of death, for which we have no gate (GASP!). Unless me standing at the top of the stairs, telling Matty not to come near me counts, then we have a gate.
Really it is amazing how quickly Matthew has mastered the stomach crawl, so I am guessing it won't be long now before he is up on his hands and knees moving around, which will only perpetuate me singing even more bad 80's songs. Right now my song of choice is compliments of Sister Christian, and though I only know a few words, you can pretty much guarantee that I am singing it all damn day.
You're motoring
What's your price for flight
Good times. I have a fabulous singing voice. I promise.
In other news: what is up with my hair post baby and will I ever be satisfied with it? Granted it finally stopped falling out every time I took a breath, but what's left is well...deflated...limp...not shiny. Basically I feel like I look very raggedy all day long. I yearn for shine, for smooth, luscious locks. I need serious hair intervention that does not involve clippers and a buzz cut.
posted by Al at 5:26 PM
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