Friday, August 14, 2009
After two days in his new "crawler" room, the dink finally started crawling. And two days after that he came down with croup. And then four or five days after that he pulled himself up on the rocking chair in his bedroom while DH was home sick with him. I don't know how I'm supposed to keep up with him, growing and changing and trying new things and looking at me with this new little face that says "watch what I'm getting away with." Dr. W told us at his nine month appt. that by now, when we say "no" that the dink should know what that means, to the point that he cries (or almost does). Pretty harsh. I've only recently discovered that I may actually have the occasion in his lifetime to say no for any reason, and that's only because his latest interests are eating and yanking electrical objects that could inevitably cause his death. And even then, denying that sweet baby boy of such charged pleasure is the hardest thing for me to do. The other day, DH asked me why I didn't clean out the dink's basket at daycare, or read his sheet when I'm picking him, or make sure all his bottles are in his bag...And I told DH that I pick up the dink as soon as I walk in the door, and it's hard to take care of all of those things while I'm holding him, signing out, lugging his carseat. So DH asks why I don't do all of those thing first and pick up the dink last. Because it takes all of my strength not to run inside the daycare when I pull up every day because I'm so desperate to see him.