A SAHM friend of mine, who should really have her own blog because she is SERIOUSLY funny, sent me an email the other day regarding the development of my little boy wonder. She has a sweet, beautiful son who is a couple of months older than mine but is continuing on the baby path of development he should be on. She mentioned that while being home with baby 24/7 is wonderful thing, a little walking, talking or use of a sippy cup would be a welcomed change. The thought really compelled me to consider what my child is accomplishing and here is what I concluded…
Quite simply, he’s growing up a little too damn fast.
Walking at 9.5 months is ludicris! That was the same weekend he mastered the crawling on all fours thing. Prior to that he was a stationary pup moving his arms and legs as if swimming for his life in an imaginary tide. He’d barely figured out the military crawl when he was all, “To hell with this, I’m walking away from this crawling crap.” Now he just goes and goes and goes and yes, it is awesome so long as you don’t mind things in the household customized by a toddler.
He also decided one day that he no longer wanted to a bottle. He refused it, gave it the finger and never looked back. He still nurses at least twice a day which is a blessing because he loathes formula. Now he’s a sippy cup, juice box, boob baby.
He’s also passionate about the books he’s interested in and won’t stick around to hear the next sentence of a book that’s not on his listening list. Right now his current favorites ping between Crawlies Creep and All Mommies Love Their Babies. You try to start The Very Hungry Caterpillar and his little hands slam down and, wham, the book is closed with sparks flying.
He’s a great imitator of sounds, something he may have gotten in the gene pool from my side of the family. Both my brother and I can imitate sounds well and used to amuse our childhood friends with the talent (or curse). Fire truck sirens, a dog howling, a “Yeehaw” belted out by mama, W’s doing them almost pitch perfect. It’s eerie and makes you seriously aware of what you are doing or what your immediate environment is providing to him as learning tools. We must seriously monitor our potty mouths in the Z household.
When he’s in his own world, he babbles with the seriousness of a CEO reporting a quarterly loss, he gestures like a Baptist preacher, he paces like a worried Jewish mother. It’s all strange and curious to witness. What have I bred and brought into this world. Is he normal? And if not, will I know how to give him everything he needs? What’s looming around the corner and will there be explanations for it all. I’ve got a lot of research to do and I’m way behind on my parenting books.
Little Mr. Ultra-Dramatic
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They go from baby to toddler in the speed of light. You will wake up one day and , no joke, they are in kinderkarten and sassing like they are 16. If their is a stage you don't like give it a couple of weeks, maybe a couple of months and it's gone. The same goes for stages you like. Like I always say savor EVERY minute!
Love ya!
Jen
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