I love child development, after all I spent quite a few years and thousands of hours studying it. However sometimes it can be a thorn in the side. This week my 8 mo old became a fast mover, yep no more sitting and looking around punctuated by slow little scoots no we have progressed to full tail haul across the room. I see it, I want it, I get it! Is the mantra of the day.
We are now on the look out for all things choking hazard. He did almost kill himself this week trying to ingest an entire Kleenex (he snagged on the fly unbeknownst to me and chewed into a matted ball) think giant spit wad- perfect for windpipe clogging-- don't scare me so son. Now I must be lego and playmobil and marble clean up nazi!
This brings to a hasty end my days of a carefree studio with sheets and brushes and palettes and canvases strewn about. (as you can see above he loves to crawl in and out of them, pull them down and rub his hands all over them).
I have tried to convince him to shrink back to a 8 pound size and be content be held and sleep but he's not buying it... alas farewell my baby--welcome my little boy.
My thankful 3
1. a boy growing up right on schedule
2. the joy of discovery
3. agency in its smallest forms