And I don't know why he's more hyper than usual today, when nobody else can take care of him except Mommy.
And I don't know why climbing stairs or messing with the PC are the only things he wanted to do... so I either had to keep getting him back, or be subjected with his shrieks and tears when I put my foot down.
And today has made me realize yet again that my son doesn't consider me a proper playmate. And that I seriously lack creativity and resourcefulness. Mind you, getting small-ish things to put in a box worked like a charm... he played in his pen for a while so Mommy can get a break from all the running after him.
I also don't know why he bit Mommy... I mean, usually he just bites me while he nurses but he's never gigil-bitten me before. He's usually reserved that
I seriously don't know which is worse... him biting his arm or him finding a way to climb his stroller to stand on top of it, using the stair railings for support.
His grandparents told me, after i've
Pappie insisted on being neutral even after i've not-so-gently reminded him that the Bible says that his loyalty should be to me. He says Yakee would be pitiful if I alone have an ally.
Now, my back feels broken, my nips and shoulders are sore, i'm on the verge of looking for an Abused Moms Anonymous group again... etc etc... and what do I see when I look at my sleeping beloveds?
Father and son asleep in the same position. So I smile. And find in my heart the grace to thank the Lord above for being so blessed.
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it's been a happy eight years and eight months of being your baby. *mwah* (and I swear, you'll get used to this template!)