I guess we can put that one last nail in the coffin of my sanity. It seems as though life as I know it is about to drastically change.
Last night I put my mug of Rickards Red down on the floor and, much to my dismay, watched as Ikey stiffly crawled across the floor towards the mug. Typical male, gets a frosty mug of beer to get them moving.
This morning it took much less than a delicious beverage to get the boy moving. Just a ball or the corner of the rug catches his eye and he’s on his way over. I watch half proud, half in anguish as darling baby makes his way around our rug. Soon he’ll get used to his arms and legs and venture off the rug to explore all of the places in the house that I don’t want him to be in. I have to once again baby proof just when I got used to being able to trust Silas amidst many dangers.
Soon Ikey will be pulling himself to check out higher levels of my house. The baby gate will go up again and I’ll trip on it again. No longer will I be able to quickly leave the room to grab a moment in the washroom. Isaac will have to come with me.
A new mother would be brimming with excitement right now but a well-seasoned one knows that once a child finds they can be mobile, all hell breaks loose. Another milestone, more responsibility, a step closer to finding his legs and those dreaded terrible-twos.
It’s good God made babies so dreadfully cute or I’d completely lose it.