“Come here, sweetheart…”
That’s what I’m hearing from the living room as I type this. Now that Petals is mobile, she’s beginning to get into a lot more trouble.
To take precautions against such trouble we’ve lowered her crib, placed high interest toys around various spots in the living room, and moved the furniture closer together so that she can work on cruising without busting up that head too much. We’re often crawling after her, cajoling her with a “come here, sweetheart…” before we give up and retrieve her from whatever she’s going to go do. So far, this week, she’s been saved from shelves, remotes, Xboxes, beads, and hitting her head several times on various tables. She’s pulled at the cat’s furry tail, and she’s taken a nose dive off of the bed. She hasn’t yet thought about exploring the Christmas tree we just erected. I’m thinking that this is coming.
As a note: Grandparents’ houses are not baby-proofed.
The occasion for the visit, though, was not a happy one. The Boy’s grandfather, affectionately known as “Tata”, passed away last week. (Jeremy wrote a stellar piece about him, which, fortunately, Tata was able to hear before he died.) I cannot say enough about how much we love him and will miss him. I can only hope that Jeremy and I can pass the lessons learned from him onto our little one.
And speaking of the little one…
The memorial service itself didn’t mean too much for Petals. It did mean that she spent the entire past weekend meeting and re-meeting family members. Unfortunately, it would appear that my girl has developed stranger anxiety, as she also spent the past couple of days clinging to her parents and grandparents for dear life and not getting (or allowing her parents to get) a good night’s sleep. Her schedule was off. Her bed was off. She has to be one of the only kids I know that would prefer sleeping in her own crib in her own room than staying with her parents. Fortunately for us, her grandparents couldn’t let her fuss for very long before whisking her off for a soothing cuddle.
As a note: Grandparents are WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL inventions.
She’s crawling, cruising, and trying to eat everything Mommy and Daddy are. These milestones are coming WAY too quickly!