It is bittersweet (zomg TEARS ANXIETY) because my little LoveBug is no longer the sleepy, non-stop nursing newborn he once was. He laughs all the time at things he thinks are funny (being surprised, kissy faces and peekaboo), cries at things he doesn’t like ( The “What up with That” song from SNL can provoke a hysterical crying fit like you wouldn’t believe) carries on conversations with me in baby babble and is determined to find a way to reach whatever colorful objects are within a 2-foot radius.
He is slowly becoming more and more like a little person, instead of a lump of baby love. He loves to roll and bounce in between me and Mike like a little munchkin pinball. It’s hilarious and *GASP* a little scary at how much he can move and he ISN’T EVEN CRAWLING YET. We have a bedguard up (No he does not SLEEP next to the bedguard), but I can no longer put him down on the bed and turn my head for even a second. He is such a little mover he will scoot to the edge of the bed. He also wants to reach and grab at everything. Everything is like a new little discovery for him. It’s so different viewing everything around the house in my new Mommy eyes. I’ve always been wary of sharp corners for anyone, not just babies. But now it’s a billion times worse and I know I need to calm down. When he kicks the edge of the changing table I get so upset and worried that he hurt his little legs. But he doesn’t notice, and happily keeps kicking along in his little baby-discovery-land.
In short, I need to FINALLY read the Baby-proofing book I bought, pop a few Xanax (well hypothetical Xanax, since Gavin needs my boobs) and use my 20% off coupon from BRU to pick up some Child-proofing supplies!!!! Ummm, didn’t we just bring him home from the hospital a few weeks ago?