In just more than two weeks, Baby C has added quite a few things to his repertoire.
While I was in the Philippines, he sat up on his own.
He also started crawling, combat style.
Last week, he began defending himself (and his space) from other kids at school. Sure, he still wails to let someone know his space has been invaded, but he also doesn’t hesitate to whack the other kid in the head and/or take back something taken from him.
Thursday afternoon, Cute Husband sent me a text message to let me know that Baby C was crawling properly, on all fours. Sure enough, when I came home from work, I was greeted by a little boy who, despite being tired, was still eager to show me he could crawl. It just took him a long time.
Saturday morning, he decided to pull himself up to a standing position. Of course, he was so pleased with himself that he threw his arms up in the air (something Cute Husband and I do when we’re happy – I don’t know why), lost his balance, and fell headfirst into a box that was on a chair. Needless to say, it startled him quite a bit, but he wasn’t physically hurt (only his pride). He didn’t succeed again for the rest of the weekend, though, so Cute Husband still hasn’t seen this latest stunt.
This morning, I put him down in the hallway outside his classroom and held the door open, coaxing him to crawl into the room on his own. Once he got over the initial shock of no longer being held, he quickly crawled into the room and made a beeline for my keys, much to the surprise and delight of his teacher.
All of this activity, however, means that our routine needs to be re-established once again. Yesterday, he adamantly refused to go down for a nap or anything else whenever I attempted to put him in his crib. But if Cute Husband did it, he complied. He is also still hungry and cranky after a mere seven ounces of food, and it seems like he’s eating more often again. I don’t understand how a person whose stomach is supposed to be the size of a plum is able to cram into it almost 4-1/2 ounces of avocado, 2-1/2 ounces of applesauce, and at least 2 ounces of milk, but he’s somehow able to do it. This morning, he had at least 3 ounces of milk, 4 ounces of yogurt, and 4 ounces of banana. After breakfast, his tummy was still a little squishy, like he could stand to have another ounce or so. Where does this all go?
Anyway, Baby C is growing and thriving, and it seems he’s becoming more active every moment. My little baby is well on his way to becoming a full-fledge little boy. [sigh]
At least the kitchen is baby-proofed. (I activated all the locks yesterday when he discovered he could open the cabinets.) There are just a few hundred other things to cover or bolt into place now.