i find myself mostly following him around the room like a little spotter to make sure he doesn't topple backwards onto something painful because the room is 'baby-proof' but not 'fall-down-all-the-time-proof'. if i find myself feeling confident he will undoubtedly fall forward instead of backward and catch himself with his face. just to keep me in check and make sure i'm paying attention. CONSTANT VIGILANCE.
i'm looking forward to games. to legos and blocks, building and creating, and less constant desire to escape. then again, once he can walk... the escaping never ends, does it? i think jude has already proven himself an explorer and he's probably not going to change any time soon. i'm attempting to prepare myself for lots of running and climbing. it's a bit of an adjustment because i was a quiet sedentary child, happy to play by myself under the table for several hours at a time.
jon found him like this during nap, face down and butt in the air
with both sides of his diaper undone. ridiculous.
after a long day of standing and exploring i'm tired of being climbed like the monkey bars and grabbed and pulled and scraped. he is very.... boy. SLAM SMASH RUN ESCAPE DESTROY. he can zero in on any electrical cord in a ten foot radius and any pair of glasses on a nearby face. even when he nurses now he is on the go- he's in and out of that shit in 5 minutes flat. he has places to be, people to crawl away to, miss bang to grab. he's not so much into the cuddling and never has been. too busy being the zen watcher. there's a world out there to observe.
all weekend he screamed MAMAMAMAMAMAMAAA!! every time i would walk away.
lately i've found that my most treasured part of the day is the mr. jude nightcap. we wake him up when we go to bed and he lays down with us for his midnight snack and curls up right where he belongs, between my shoulders and my knees, drowsy and snugly and tired from a busy day. he rolls over when he's done eating sighs like he just doesn't have the energy to crawl away any more. he closes his eyes, curls in close, and sucks his thumb and dozes off with our faces so close together.
all this activity is exhausting. can't we just sit quietly and read a book? no?