Not so mini

by statia on December 3, 2007

In a couple of days, the Mini will hit the mark where he’s spent as much time on the outside as he has on the inside, which I can hardly believe that it was 18 months ago that I found out that I was pregnant. That? That seems like yesterday. His birth? Seems like 3 years ago. Figure that one out. He’s working on his top two teeth coming in, which really seem to be bothering him worse than the two bottoms ones, because if they don’t come in soon, not only am I going to hurl myself off the nearest tall building, but I’m afraid he’s going to gnaw his hand off, leaving nothing but a bloody stump. I feel bad for him, because it’s obvious that it’s wearing his patience thin for everything else going on. He especially hates it when I won’t let him do things like climb the stairs, shove small choking hazards in his mouth, or repeatedly bang his head on every hard surface he can find.

His babbling is incessant. He’s now starting to try and mimic certain words. Last night we were putting up the tree and I said “look” to him, while I pointed to the ornaments, and he turned to me, pointed and said “uck.” He repeated it several times each time I said it. So far, that’s the only thing he’ll repeat. He still loves his signing videos, which we don’t watch as frequently, mainly because I don’t want him cracking out on TV. Whenever he sees me pull a DVD case out, he comes racing over, and that’s pretty much it. You can’t get his attention, beyond hitting the play button, save for an occasional glare at me like “WOMAN, why must you be that annoying voice in the background?” So yeah, no. I know it’s educational, but I could bomb the house down around him and he wouldn’t notice. So that goes into the box that I save for when Mama has to poop.

He’s learned how to turn the pages of books on command now, and sometimes, he turns them on his very own, like when we’re reading his favorite books. He hurriedly turns the pages until he gets to his favorite parts, and then proceeds to look at me and wait for me to say said favorite parts, which point, I’m usually cracking up, and then he squeals with delight. He’s also learned to clap recently, which is pretty funny, because he’s still so new at it yet, that he does it at the most random times. It would be pretty funny if he kept this up his whole life. Just stand up randomly and clap. He loves bubbles. Particularly Gymboree’s brand. They literally last forever. I’ve had some sit on my sofa for a couple of days. So we’ll get a whole bunch of them going and then “POP” when they land on the floor, which he will do with his index finger. I don’t know what it is about babies using their stubby little index fingers, but it’s got to be one of the cutest things on the planet.

We’re still learning how to self feed. He can pick things up with his pincer, and get it in his mouth, however, he ends up pushing the food too far back in his hand, and then not understanding that he has to actually let go of the food. Sometimes he does, but it’s a slow process. Part of it is that he’s lazy and knows that I’ll usually end up doing it for him.

One of the things no one tells you in regards to the whole mobility aspect is, not so much the bumps and bruises, I knew we’d eventually get to this point, but they don’t tell you exactly how stressed out you’d feel from it. Or how much your nerves would be shot, or how much you’d want to drink because of it. I walk around with my stomach in a constant lurch. Our first floor is mainly hardwood and ceramic tile, and most of the pulling up, naturally is going to occur on the hardest surfaces, because he’s a boy, and he’s going to naturally gravitate to the areas of the house that will give him the biggest black eye, or the biggest gash. He’s very slowly starting to cruise, and last night, while we were putting up the tree, he was cruising along our coffee table ottoman, the one I bought specifically with him in mind, so I wouldn’t have to worry so much about sharp corners, all while trying to stuff a sock in his mouth, when he lost his balance and fell, but not before scraping his face on a rubbermaid container on the way down.

Does anyone remember that one teacher in Grease 2 (you mean you haven’t seen Grease 2? What is WRONG with you?) that went on sabbatical because his nerves were so shot from teaching that he would pass out from the sheer sound of kids yelling? Yeah, my sentiments exactly.

I know that being a boy, we’re biding our time before our first trip to the ER. But until then, I walk around behind him holding my breath.

I can’t wait to see what the next month brings. He’s such a good baby, for the most part. He’s moody, but when we’re out, people are amazed at how well behaved he is. He loves to give hugs and pats, and today, he leaned over and gave me a kiss out of the blue.


jesser December 3, 2007 at 7:21 pm

“Reproduction! Reproduction! Put your pollen tubes to work …” just a reflex whenever anyone says “Grease 2″

Yo mini is doing so good! Of course that bruising stuff is kinda harsh, but it’s bound to happen I guess. He’s right on track and that’s gotta make you feel good. He’s got gorgeous eyes too (well at least that one).

Dooneybug December 3, 2007 at 9:04 pm

Well Statia, he’s just adorable – Santa hat besides you can completely tell! :)

The teething thing so doesn’t get easier for a long time. I hear it gets better, but we ain’t there yet ourselves.

This is the age when all the fun begins!

becky December 3, 2007 at 10:39 pm

and then you melted into a pile of goo, right?

Chris Cactus December 4, 2007 at 6:45 am

Love the picture. It’s always something new with kids. It’s awesome to watch.

jennifer December 4, 2007 at 10:03 am

I can’t believe I just found this blog. My little guy was born two weeks after yours. He too is turning pages, crawling and trying to stand up unassisted. I keep telling him to cut it out, that he’s too young, but he doesn’t seem to care. At least we’ve gone two weeks without any forehead bruises! Meanwhile, the dog is loving the introduction of Cheerios. This is great fun, isn’t it?

Faith December 4, 2007 at 10:27 am

I want an update on the diaper issue. Did you wind up going to cloth or what?

He’s talking! So exciting!!

Deltus December 4, 2007 at 11:20 am

Aw… *heart melts just hearing that*

Lisa December 4, 2007 at 1:32 pm

He’s a cutie. 9 months already!

Pamela December 4, 2007 at 4:13 pm

Great photo!

Your mini gave you an early Christmas present…


Motel Manager December 4, 2007 at 6:27 pm

He is so cute! Moreover, he is clearly a genius. Perhaps he’ll have a few bumps and bruises, but there’ll be a Nobel Prize down the line. :)

Camille December 4, 2007 at 8:32 pm

Oh, I’m melting about him giving you a kiss.

thalia December 5, 2007 at 1:01 am

sounds like he’s doing amazingly well, which of course is all down to you!

Meredith December 5, 2007 at 4:04 am

Cute picture! In my just-can’t-help-myself comparison of Mini and Finn, Mini is definitely ahead this month. Finn isn’t particularly verbal, hasn’t repeated anything, doesn’t have a pincer grasp, and definitely doesn’t turn pages. I’ll have to start coaching him with “come on, kid, if Mini is doing it…” Comparisons to what the other kids are doing are healthy, right?

Oh, and the head on hard surface thing? It’s really making me wonder how so many children survive to adulthood. We seriously spend our lives running around behind the kid trying to cushion falls. Finn’s favorite room to stand is the kitchen, which also happens to be the room where we need to put him down the most often and the room with the hardest floor.

Steff December 5, 2007 at 7:08 pm

Absolutely adorable…the best part is his teeny little feet have only grown a little bit…i think feet stay baby the longest maybe they are tied with little tushes.

You could always threaten him by telling him he is going to have to pay the ER co pay out of his allowance if he wears his Healie Wheelie shoes to Costco on a rainy day again…thats how we attempt to keep our boy out of the ER!!

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