Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you're such a wiggler
My boy does not like to sit still for one second. If there is something to see, an object at which to point, a corner to inspect, you can bet your booty Buddance is doing just that. He could walk in circles all day and never get tired, the boy is an endless bundle of energy.
The constant movement thing would not be so bad, but even at times that I would like a little snuggle, I rarely get that. Lately I have been trying to do quiet time with Buddance in the afternoon, so he doesn't scream his head off from exhaustion when he is eating dinner. During the quiet time I'll play a soft song and hold M close to me, hoping that he will rest his head on my shoulder. Mostly he struggles to push away from me and will occasionally pull my hair, choke me while trying to stand up and look over the chair, or lunge for his bookshelf, nearly knocking himself unconscious. It just so happens that every once in awhile Buddance will forget that he supposed to be moving and rest his little body against me.
Those moments are pure bliss.
To feel my baby relax on me, nestled close to my neck, breathing with me, my cheek resting atop his head...there is nothing better. No-Thing.
In other news, I am sad to report that I think breastfeeding is drawing to a close. I am so happy to have been able to breastfeed for so long, I hope Buddance reaps the benefits of my milk for years to come. I think back to the beginning and how hard the entire process was, I was not sure that I could even breastfeed. It's almost a year later, and I am so thankful I stuck it out. I love the bond it created between Buddance and myself, and I loved knowing that for the first six months of his life he got that strong and big all because of me. That is an ego booster for sure!
As Buddance weans, I think the process will be harder on me than it is on him. I am going to miss having that time with him and being so close to him. However, while feeding the Bud used to be a peaceful time during our day, now it has become a little more, shall we say...energetic. Buddance has started treating the times that he breastfeeds just like he treats the rest of his day, which means he does not stop moving during the entire process.
Instead of the docile little baby I used to feed, I am now trying to pin down an infant wrestler and encourage him to eat. Literally, our feeding sessions remind me of something you might see on WWE if they had a version called WWIE (World Wrestling Infant Entertainment). The boy is moving all over the place, flailing his legs about, picking his head up every five seconds, swinging his arms, patting me on the head, hitting me in the face, grabbing at my lips, putting his fingers in my mouth, yanking on my hair, pulling at my shirt, and moving the entire time he eats. It's a workout for me to feed the kid!
Stay tuned for the WWIE Smackdown, in which the hero of our story, Momma, just may make a come back and reclaim her body as her own!
The constant movement thing would not be so bad, but even at times that I would like a little snuggle, I rarely get that. Lately I have been trying to do quiet time with Buddance in the afternoon, so he doesn't scream his head off from exhaustion when he is eating dinner. During the quiet time I'll play a soft song and hold M close to me, hoping that he will rest his head on my shoulder. Mostly he struggles to push away from me and will occasionally pull my hair, choke me while trying to stand up and look over the chair, or lunge for his bookshelf, nearly knocking himself unconscious. It just so happens that every once in awhile Buddance will forget that he supposed to be moving and rest his little body against me.
Those moments are pure bliss.
To feel my baby relax on me, nestled close to my neck, breathing with me, my cheek resting atop his head...there is nothing better. No-Thing.
In other news, I am sad to report that I think breastfeeding is drawing to a close. I am so happy to have been able to breastfeed for so long, I hope Buddance reaps the benefits of my milk for years to come. I think back to the beginning and how hard the entire process was, I was not sure that I could even breastfeed. It's almost a year later, and I am so thankful I stuck it out. I love the bond it created between Buddance and myself, and I loved knowing that for the first six months of his life he got that strong and big all because of me. That is an ego booster for sure!
As Buddance weans, I think the process will be harder on me than it is on him. I am going to miss having that time with him and being so close to him. However, while feeding the Bud used to be a peaceful time during our day, now it has become a little more, shall we say...energetic. Buddance has started treating the times that he breastfeeds just like he treats the rest of his day, which means he does not stop moving during the entire process.
Instead of the docile little baby I used to feed, I am now trying to pin down an infant wrestler and encourage him to eat. Literally, our feeding sessions remind me of something you might see on WWE if they had a version called WWIE (World Wrestling Infant Entertainment). The boy is moving all over the place, flailing his legs about, picking his head up every five seconds, swinging his arms, patting me on the head, hitting me in the face, grabbing at my lips, putting his fingers in my mouth, yanking on my hair, pulling at my shirt, and moving the entire time he eats. It's a workout for me to feed the kid!
Stay tuned for the WWIE Smackdown, in which the hero of our story, Momma, just may make a come back and reclaim her body as her own!
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