Your latest obsession is with Cheerios. You love your toasted oats and if you're in your high chair and happen run out, you whine dramatically until someone brings you more. The problem is that you're getting better and picking up small things, and you've transferred that skill to ever crumb, piece of fuzz and speck of dirt that you encounter. I shudder to think about what you might eat if I'm not paying close attention.
Another new things you've started this month is screaming bloody murder every time I leave the room. The shrieking is almost more than my ears can take, but it's WAY more than my heart can handle. I usually return to you fairly quickly. You win. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I kind of like it that you do that. I like the special connection we have, Ben.
Tomorrow I leave you for the first time . . . well, for the first time overnight . . . and that connection is what is part of what is making it so hard for me. I'm worried that you'll be sitting in your high chair, realize that I'm gone and not understand why I don't come when you call. I know, I know . . . you'd have to learn to deal with this at some point. But that doesn't make it any easier.
And I know that on Monday night you probably won't even remember that I had left you for 36 hours. That doesn't make it any easier, either.
Your crawling has become faster and I'm having a harder time keeping up with you. On Thursday, I was bringing groceries in from the car and left you playing in the living room. In the time it took me to get from the front door to the car, you crawled out the front door and fell down our porch stairs.
I saw the whole thing happen as if it were in slow motion and I panicked. We're so vigilant about keeping the gate at the top of the basement stairs in place and it never occurred to me that you'd make it to the front porch and down the stairs that quickly. But you were OK, and after a few good cries, you were wiggling to get down so that you could continue exploring.
You've started venturing out and trying to cruise a little, but you usually end up on your bottom and crawling the rest of the way. Yesterday, you were standing at your play table and looked up at me and held an arm out. I one hand out to you and you kind of lunged to me, which resulted in you falling flat on your face. You've bumped your head more times than I can keep track of this month (and you even gave me a fat lip about a week ago).
This month seemed to pass even more quickly than the ones before. Just don't grow up too much while I'm gone, alright?
Love,
Mama
2 comments:
Ooh, I'm so there with you with the responding quickly to the cries for momma! ....AND the part about kind of liking it :) I can't lie....my boy has me totally wrapped around his finger! I had no idea that I'd be like this as a parent!!!! Oh well....enjoying every second of it!
We've also entered the new stage of bumps and bruises. I HATE it!! Seems like he's constantly rolling or falling into some corner or leg of a table or something. Pinched his finger today as he was closing the OPEN baby gate! ha! :) Oops! And also has been caught eating all kinds of who-knows-what off of my floors!! Yikes! I need to sweep & vacuum more often. I'm not fit for a child with manual dexterity!!! :)
Wow - his "look" has really changed! What a doll.
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