The latest from the little one involve standing up everywhere to look around. I leave the bathroom and the toilet is still making noise so he’s climbing to see what’s happening inside. I have decided to start closing the toilet seat.
We have propped up the baby toy table he has (the Learn and Groove musical table) on the table “legs” that are raised up. This makes the toy feel newer and he actually goes up and plays with the table more often. The table is sturdy but it moves when he pushes on it, and he’s starting to walk with it or lowers himself. I’m finally not freaking out anymore.
That said, he’s been spending the last few months discovering new parts of the apartment, and he crawls everywhere. Usually, he crawls back into the office and plays with the toys on the floor.
Today, he did something different. I had him on my lap and fed him Cheerios (yes, he eats Cheerios now!) and then he spit up on me for the first time in a long time (he used to spit up dozens of times a day). I put him on the floor and let him roam around as always. He decided to make a run for the floor lamp behind me to the left and knocked it over on my head. It could have gone in so many directions but the darn thing hit me on the top of my head. The “shade” was plastic and shattered on me, and all these dead bugs landed on my hair and on the shirt I’m wearing.
Of course, it scared him, but otherwise he was a trouper. I, on the other hand? Uh, ew, there are bugs in my hair!
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