Hassled Home Life

Well it is so funny to think 8 months has flown by since the time we had our son, but even scarier to think how much has changed over the course of 4 days. Four days, which is less than 100 hours. So my son, the little maniac that he is has learned some incredible things over the weekend, and I couldn’t be prouder of him, but at the same time, I am thinking to myself how much trouble I am in now.

On Friday afternoon, I sat Preston down in his room on his back playing with some toys around him. I just needed to go into the kitchen and get some water boiling so I could make Jell-O for the weekend. After I got the water going, I went back in to check on him to find him on his belly, was is nothing new. I left him in there as he was very content and happy playing with the toys on the floor around him. I then decided that I would unload the dishwasher and re-load it so we had some clean dishes in the house. It takes me about 10 minutes or so to get everything unloaded and reloaded back in there. Now I know that he has started into his crawling stage, which is more like getting up on all fours, and rocking back and forth til he lunges himself forward or backwards and continues to do this til he gets where he wants to go. Well when I walk back into his room, I find him on the completely other side of his room, which is a good 8 feet from where I left him. Not only is he all the way over there, but he is sitting up on his own playing with a toy next to his crib. SITTING UP without me putting him that way, OMG. What happened to my little baby boy?

So I was very curious to know how he managed to do this. So I stayed in his room with him, and picked it up well he played. I put him back on his back and watched him. He quickly and effortless flipped himself over onto his belly. From there he played his his rattle for a few minutes before looking around the room and spotting his talking, moving ball which was over next to me. I watched him get on all fours and start his crawling, scooting, lunging our towards the ball. Once he was able to touch it I watched his rock back and forth and finally lunge himself backwards til he was into a laying sitting position. I then watched as he slowly but surely used his arms to push himself into a full on sitting up position. He then very causally reached over and moved his ball closer to him and played away. I think I teared up a little bit, but more than anything I was so proud of him.

The next day he kept getting quicker with it and so we decided since he is now able to go from laying to sitting on his own that we would lower his bed. Best yet worst thing ever. Since I am short, like 5’2 we shall say, it is hard for me reach in to get him, though he is very helpful now since he will get into sitting position and put his arms up for me to grab him. But it is the best thing ever, because he has so much more freedom, and we don’t have to worry about him getting hurt. We also introduced the bumper into his crib, since he loves to move around like a monkey and bang his head, or get his legs stuck between the slates. So far so good with that. He seems to love to be able to touch it and look at the different animals on it, and he hasn’t tried to snuggle up next to it, which has been a concern of mine. Today after his morning nap, I went to go get him out of his crib to find him trying to pull on the slats and getting up. He is very smart and very interested in everything around him. If you slightly hold him up, he will easily get into standing position, and then try to move around. His favorite thing to do is sit next to me, pull on my shirt as I am laying down, and standing up while leaning over me, and then fall onto me. I love this kid, and I am so happy and excited that he is growing up and learning, but I miss the little moments where he just wanted to be held.

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