The baby and I have had a good day. Daddy was at work and we managed to tidy, do laundry AND dishes (I KNOW!) and little Samuel let me know today that actually, he was okay with sitting and playing in his pack and play in my bedroom as long as I was in the room with him. So I got laundry folded and the top of one of the dressers cleared off and Samuel got around to eating a book that's been looking a little too new for his tastes. And then we sat in the livingroom and I had lunch, actual lunch, that was somewhat warm, too. And I had a beverage, which I almost managed to finish, if you can believe it. It was quite pleasant and it struck me, as I put the giggling little boy into bed for a nap, that this must be what it's like to have a child, instead of a baby. He entertained himself by slowly walking around the furniture holding on for dear life, and we laughed and tickled a bit but then he wandered off again by himself to sit a few feet away and play with his bear. And I would hand him his sippy cup and he'd very purposefully and with a great deal of concentration, take it from me and talk to it. There was very little crying unless it was obvious what the crying was about (like getting a diaper changed, or a nose wiped, horror of horrors) and he didn't seem to need me right there every second, as long as I was within sight, he would happily play. And when he was tired he had something to drink and I put him in his crib where he played with a duck, and then curled up and fell asleep.
A child, not a baby anymore.
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Love this post, Amy. I'm remembering those days fondly.
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