My mom used to say that if you don't have anything nice to say, you should say nothing at all. But silence isn't always golden, and sometimes we all have to let it out. It can be good for the soul. Let's hope this is the case now...
Ruckus has been living up to his name as of late. I knew that parenting would not always be easy but I was not expecting it to become so challenging so quickly. This morning I left home knowing that I would be coming back in about eight hours, and wondering if that would give me enough time to be ready to tackle things again. Lets hope I am, as I am in for:
Hair Pulling. Ruckus enjoys grabbing a handful and 'teasing' it, or simply finding one strand and pulling it out, over and over again until there are five in his hand and you are frowning, cursing under your breath, and sore. To say the least.
Slapping. Ruckus likes to smack his mom and dad in the face, usually in the mouth that sings his lullabies, or in the eye that is bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Sometimes, he slaps us in the nose too, just to mix it up a little.
Punching. Baby likes to punch but his aim is not controlled, so you've got to get your best boxer's avoidance moves going at all times he is within arms reach.
Pinching. Ruckus does not seem to know that pinching hurts, but boy does it get a reaction from mom and dad. What fun!
Screeching. Baby likes to hear his voice, and experiment with high pitches and sound levels that usually are reserved for fire trucks parked right outside your eardrum. Screeching is prominent in play time, meal time, and bed time. So pretty much all day and night.
And my personal favorite:
Biting. Ruckus now has eight teeth, separated into two neat rows along the top and bottom. His jaws are very strong. Before I left for work this morning baby bit his dad twice, drawing blood on both arms which mistakenly thought that baby wanted to cuddle.
So lets let the good times roll, baby! Can't wait to go home. Honest.
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