Suffice it to say that it’s been a busy few months at my crib. My little guy has tackled a few milestones lately and while I’m sticky with sweet adoration, I could also use a nap. A long one.
I would call this time in my life, being a SAHM of 2 kids (3yrs and 1 yr), a bona fide marathon. And while I’m not an athlete, I can sure as hell hang with the toughest little kid on my block. His name is D-Boy, he’s 15 months, and he can kick some serious diapers.
Since December, he’s:
-Had 3 ear infections and a few viruses. Which have been no laughing matter, really. It’s been a hard road. Poor little guy.
-Sprouted 3 molars. Oh, the pain, the drool and midnight rendezvous. Thank you, Tylenol, for your ever lasting support.
-Learned to walk. From 0 to 60 in a few days. And his big sister thanks him for coming through with her birthday candle wish.
-Figured out how to climb. And wants to conquer every mountain in his path. A flash of wonder met my heart when this first started. But now, I’m just a harried mess waiting for the spill of all spills.
-Using a spoon. And he can eat all by himself, thank you very much.
-Throwing food long distances. Maybe he’ll use those arms to hug a tree one day. Until then, I’ll keep the hose close by.
-Learned to shoot water from his mouth, kind of like one of those spectacular Vegas fountains. So much for leak-proof sippy cups. Um? Loop hole.
So, let me explain his latest development. It’s a good one. And I’m not sure why it’s not an official milestone. Cause from where I stand, it shows great restraint and comprehension.
D-Boy is a real taste tester. Ev-ery-thing goes into his mouth. If it makes it to his fingers, it’s goin’ in. Period. If he were on that Top Chef episode where they blindfold the contestant and play “guess that flavor”, he’d take it home.
So, it wasn’t lost on me when he found a dangerous splinter (from our wood floor) and instead of darting behind his play-pen for a munch, he brought it over to me, and fingered it into my hand.
Gulp. If he would’ve gnawed on that… well, let’s not go there.
Oh, joy!! He didn’t eat it! My relief was tangible. So, as far as I’m concerned, we’ve entered a new milestone.
Let’s call it, “Knows when to keep his mouth shut”.
Well, at least until his teen years.
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