Jaden has officially learned how to crawl. As chase him around the house, closing all the doors and blocking off things he shouldn't get into I can't help but feel exhausted at the effort. I hate stifling his curiosity, but I want him to be safe also. He cries whenever I move him away from the computer cords or out of the kitchen or close a closet door. I feel so mean. And yet, he still is always happy to see me.
He'll be down the hall investigating the closed doors and I'll come to check on him and he grins and laughs that I appeared out of nowhere. Or I'll have put him in his crib, sternly telling him he is in timeout because he is crying over nothing. He settles down in his crib and is ever so pleased to see me when I come and get him.
This young age is so sweet in the fact that their love is even more unconditional than ours as parents. Of course I will love him no matter what, but he never even seems to be angry with me, only frustrated with the situation.
It's gotta be tough to know there are so many things to touch and investigate but not being able to. I thought he would be happier once he could crawl to get the toys he wants, but he seems to have lost interest in his toys and chooses to investigate the rest of the house instead which only brings up more things he can't do, can't have, can't touch, can't even see though he's smart enough to know it's still there. I feel for the poor guy, but he doesn't know that things can hurt him, he's only bonked his head a couple times and probably thinks that's the worst of it, but I know it's not. I see danger everywhere. It's an unusual viewpoint I had not experienced before.
I can tell this is only going to get worse as he gets faster then starts walking so I might as well get used to it.
It is pretty exciting to see him cross the room all on his own. He is so excited with his new mobility. He is such a happy and healthy boy. I feel blessed every day just to have him, and now he is noticing a whole new world to enjoy as well.
He'll be down the hall investigating the closed doors and I'll come to check on him and he grins and laughs that I appeared out of nowhere. Or I'll have put him in his crib, sternly telling him he is in timeout because he is crying over nothing. He settles down in his crib and is ever so pleased to see me when I come and get him.
This young age is so sweet in the fact that their love is even more unconditional than ours as parents. Of course I will love him no matter what, but he never even seems to be angry with me, only frustrated with the situation.
It's gotta be tough to know there are so many things to touch and investigate but not being able to. I thought he would be happier once he could crawl to get the toys he wants, but he seems to have lost interest in his toys and chooses to investigate the rest of the house instead which only brings up more things he can't do, can't have, can't touch, can't even see though he's smart enough to know it's still there. I feel for the poor guy, but he doesn't know that things can hurt him, he's only bonked his head a couple times and probably thinks that's the worst of it, but I know it's not. I see danger everywhere. It's an unusual viewpoint I had not experienced before.
I can tell this is only going to get worse as he gets faster then starts walking so I might as well get used to it.
It is pretty exciting to see him cross the room all on his own. He is so excited with his new mobility. He is such a happy and healthy boy. I feel blessed every day just to have him, and now he is noticing a whole new world to enjoy as well.
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