Today has been rough. Elijah doesn't usually have bad days. (Again, not bragging.) But usually he is very happy and calm. Which is why days like today are even more difficult.
He was cranky and fussy all morning. I think he's getting another tooth because all he wants is for Mama to carry him around. Which, I am perfectly happy to do, but the kid weighs 19 pounds and after a while my arms get tired. So, I've taken to pulling up VeggieTales on Netflix and laying down on the couch with him when he gets really cranky.
He has graduated to the next level in swim class, which means we have it on Wednesday mornings now, so we got all ready and left (late) for swim class. He had a complete MELTDOWN in the car. Seriously from my in-laws' house all the way to the class he screamed and cried. It was awful, made worse because we were behind a very slow moving vehicle. When we finally got to the gym and I went to get him out of the car seat, I saw a brand new very big, red scratch down the middle of his nose. Poor little guy!
He tried to drown me a couple times in swim class. No joke. We blow bubbles while the babies watch us so they can see how to blow bubbles. Elijah likes grabbing hair, and he noticed when my face was down by the water blowing bubbles, he could grab my hair. So, he held my face in the water a couple times.
He was very vocal today in swim class and did not want to sit still. And now he's been asleep for about 45 minutes.
I hate how much we've been watching Netflix lately, even if I do find VeggieTales less objectionable than most little kid programs.
The problem is every new stage he goes through is also a new stage for us. I don't know how to play with a little guy his age and that makes the day difficult for both of us. He no longer seems as enamored of peek-a-boo as he used to and while I've found a winner with hiding his plastic cow and asking him to find it, I don't know what other games to play with him. He is still very happy and giggly, but it's hard to entertain him as one person.
He is trying very hard to pull himself up on things and not having a lot of success and getting cranky about that. I blame the hardwood floors. When he pulls up, his feet just slide under whatever it is he's pulling on. Any advice?
My favorite thing now is that he will actually sit on my lap and let me read him a book without trying too hard to pull it out of my hands to chew on it. And when he's really tired and we sit in the rocker for reading before nap or bed, he leans against me and listens to me read. Yeah, I love that!
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