I will forever remember our pediatrician telling us that Georgie was special. I know. She probably says that to everyone but I really do believe her every time she tells us he is progressing and developing at a speedy rate. He’s always been a busy bee. Full of life and energy. That curiosity he had, demonstrating it at only days old when he would lift his head off my shoulder- i am not exaggerating-, he still possesses. It’s inspiring and amazing to watch.
I could write a three-ton book on everything I adore about my child…just as I could easily write one on how I much he worries me. I believe Georgie has reached a stage where things are changing. It became very apparent when we got back from Brussels. The feet stamping and the whining, I have mentioned in the past, is an ongoing problem that I haven’t quite solved. I can tell when he really needs me and when it’s just a mini tantrum but at times it can become exhausting. Surely cooking, eating and holding a baby at the same time is something many mothers do all over the world but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. It may look effortless-us women tend to make everything look effortless- but it isn’t. Just as it isn’t easy trying to decipher what is exactly your child needs when he can’t utter a single word let alone a sentence. He sees things. He wants them. It’s fine when that thing is a tomato or a cucumber or some water but what happens when he wants a lollipop because he’s spotted the lollipop stand while running past the shop. What about when he doesn’t want to leave the beach? Do I buy him a lollipop? Do I let him play a bit more? Or do I scoop up a resisting baby and carry him crying all the way to the car?
I’m pretty sure all this has something to do with a huge transition in the sleep department. It seems my morning ritual of checking my e-mails, listening to some music and putting on my make up while he’s napping, has gone out the window. No more morning naps for my little dude. He’s resisted them for about a week now. Which means that by noon he is wiped out. He nods off in the car and becomes impossible if I am running errands . He needs to nap. Period.
It’s taking some getting used to because my whole schedule is now off.
And I hate when that happens. I like a routine. Not too fond of changes, as a Scorpio, you see. SO my question is this: How many more of these changes can I expect?
Brace myself, right?
