Nico turned 10 months old two days ago. It's unbelievable to think he is going to be a year old sooner rather than later! It's a little bittersweet, not gonna lie. I still think of him as my little baby but he physically is so big and can do so much. He gives me that "thanks mom but i can do this by myself" look at least twice a day. I've gone from his sole source of entertainment to his entertainment director to his "ok, don't eat that, don't touch that, do you want this, don't you wanna play with me" person. Some times I think he would be totally content if I just left him to play on his own in his room. And if I had baby proofed it and removed all the choking hazards then he probably would be fine. He cries sometimes when I walk out of the room still. But if someone else is there than he can usually be distracted and stops crying within 2 minutes. Don't get me wrong, I think this independence is great, but once in a while I wish he would cuddle or want to play with me more often, be a little more dependent just a little bit. I guess that's what being a mom is all about. (I can't believe I'm having the "let them fly" speech at 10 months old!) You care for them, teach them, support them, all so they can go out and do it all on their own, right?! My aunt's family watch him last week so the hubby and I could go to dinner. They told me he took his first steps. Part of me was excited but most of me just brushed it aside because I know his first steps are going to be with me, no matter what anyone else says or sees. But I really don't want him to walk yet. All day I think, it would be so cool if he could just follow me around or walk from here to there but at the end of the day I'm glad he's still crawling.
He is starting to prefer trying to do things on his own which is cute. Sometimes time consuming but hey it's not like I have anything better to do than watch him smash pieces of sweet potato across the high chair tray. It's fun to watch him try to figure things out. I'm so lucky that I'm a stay at home mom and can take all the time I want. I did have to remind myself today that it doesn't really matter how much of that food is on the tray/floor/clothes/hair/dog and how much actually made it to his mouth. That it's about the process. He is not going to starve even if that was the only thing I fed him for dinner (which it wasn't). It's easy to get stuck in a routine: breakfast is half a jar of food, a cracker and juice. Everyday, same thing, different flavor. But it's ok if one day I just let him attempt getting toast pieces into his mouth, even if that's all I give him it's ok. He nurses before his nap an hour later and he will make up for a small breakfast with the rest of his meals. Same with his naps. I was so obsessed about making sure he gets enough sleep. I realized that I would go 2 days without leaving the house simply because I didn't want to mess up his nap schedule. Not like I really have anywhere to go but geez even just go for a walk or the mall or grocery store. Family came into town and blew my schedule out of the water. We didn't get home til 2 hours after his bed time, missed naps all together....blah blah blah. He loves spending time with the family. Yes, he was a little more clingy and fussy a few times but didn't have a melt down and the day after they all left he went right back to his nap schedule! (well, by day 2 he was back into napping at the same times). I was so impressed. It helped show me that we can go out and do things. Explore, hang out and Nico will be fine. *I fully believe in getting enough sleep and keeping a nap schedule but I'm saying missing a few or adjusting every now and then is good too.
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