We’re about to kiss our days of leisurely entertaining our baby girl by plopping her on our laps with our feet up on the coffee table goodbye.
She’s learned to crawl in one weekend and instead of snuggling nicely with us like she used to, we’re now the proud parents of a bucking bronco/baby monster. She’s now pulling herself up on top of us - rubbing her face into our shoulders, patting (and sometimes smacking) our faces with her hands, and barrel rolling down the length of our bodies like we are her own personal amusement park.
In all honesty, we have no idea what we’re doing over here. Our child has acquired more hand-eye coordination than we are prepared for. Just yesterday, she swiped her hand across my dinner plate and proceeded to rub black beans into her onesie and thigh rolls before I’d even realized what happened.
And now that she’s decided to be a real life little person who moves places on her own and takes things she wants, she’s also decided to narrate her daily exploits complete with high pitch screeching noises. Then she looks at us proudly like “Do I gotta set of pipes or what?”
Our ears are definitely ringing, but we cannot stop laughing at her. No one told me about this crazy monster baby stage - and we’re in the thick of it over here. (Someone send reinforcements! Specifically: a stack of baby wipes, ear plugs and every baby gate you can get your hands on)
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