Bananas, spit up and baby tears. It's what I'm wearing today and
all before 8:00 AM. Washing it down with a cold cup of coffee. Claire is
officially mobile as well as asserting her independence in all areas.
A
new crawler and tile floors are just not a good mix. I feel like a baby
concussion is right around every corner. In fact, we already had a
wipeout this morning that resulted in angry tears for nearly ten
minutes. Breakfast was a battle of the wills. She wants to feed herself
and Mommy has to play keep away with the spoon. I feel like I'm playing
some sort of weird Mom video game. Just trying to get the food filled
spoon through to the safe zone, aka Baby Godzilla's mouth. I provide my
own sound effects. Baby Godzilla thinks this is funny.
At
seven months and mobile, Claire is into everything. She makes a beeline
for all that looks unsafe. Pulling up on sharp cornered dressers,
unwieldy and germy Diaper Genies or chewing on door stoppers. But then
again, who wouldn't want to gnaw on a 3 inch piece of coiled metal?
The
sweet little look in her eye as she crawls toward her Mommy is
priceless. I love it. Out of all the door stoppers in the house to
choose from and she wants to come to me! She crawls to me with her
bright brown eyes and drool dripping mouth and my heart just melts. And
then I realize she just wants to use me as a prop to stand up. Oh well. I
still love it even if I am being used.
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| Stunts |
I
asked her if she might be interested in hiring a stunt double, but she
declined as she likes to do her own tricks. Other valid options are to
turn the house into a padded cell of sorts or wrap her in bubble wrap
like the Michelin man. I'll probably opt for Michelin Baby for cost
effective purposes.
Time
to get anything done for myself is incredibly limited as I'm either
working during a naptime or on Claire duty which is now all hands on
deck. Case in point? Yesterday I did my makeup in the reflection of the
microwave door because anywhere else was too risky while Claire was in
play. I am in this very moment lifting my head out of the work and Mom
Trenches to get a breath of fresh air before the day really begins to
pick up speed. You know how that is!
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