My Son Too Proud to Crawl

He got ninja-like reflexes when it comes to snatching mommy glasses off of her face, but he can’t crawl. He can get into the most stuff by just rolling around on the floor, but he can’t crawl.

He’ll get on all fours but, he’ll move backwards. The other thing he does is trying to stand up and walk. He’s only 9 months and I’m not sure about the statistics on how many babies walk at 9 months. The only one I know of was my big brother. I say my son is too proud to crawl because he’s smart. He saw his parents walking around using their feet while he’s limited to boring and overrated crawling. I totally understand! They say wait until he’s ready and he’ll crawl. Well I’m a part of the take your time movement but, what if he’s never ready? What if he’ll always crawl backwards or get his leg caught under himself and look at me to fix it? I praise him for the improvements he make — no doubt about that, it’s just I’m worried. They say crawling helps with their development (so I’ve heard; I need to do research on this) and I feel like he’s going to miss out if he don’t crawl. Some babies just get up one day and start walking and I guess that’s ok, but for me it’s not.

If he’s not going for my Kindle Fire, an Xbox 360/Playstation 3 controller, my phone, or anything else he shouldn’t get but normally do — he’s not going to move forward. Wait, let me retract what I said before, he’ll crawl forward, just enough where when he can lay flat on his stomach and use his arms to reach whatever it is he’s trying to get. My son is definitely too proud to crawl.

He doesn’t scoot, do the commando, or any other usual signs of crawling besides going backwards — oh, and rocking back and forth on all fours.

Since all babies are different and unique in their own way, it would be a good idea to never compare your baby with another baby. Remember some babies are perfectly fine with rolling to wherever they need to get, and don’t even have an ounce of interest in crawling. No two people are the same, and no two babies are the same (even if they do come from the same gene pool)… –Source

What gets me is when he want to move forward he gets frustrated and move backwards and I find myself feeling bad that he can’t understand why he go backwards when he want to move forward. None of the videos and techniques that I’ve tried has worked so far. Even when his beloved binky is out of reach, he’ll just look at me and cry until I get it for him. Maybe I need to put my foot down and make him get things on his own. I always get this sudden urge to come to my son’s aid when he cries.

All I can do now is have patience and take it one day at a time. Maybe he’ll crawl, maybe he won’t. I just know this baby pride of his need to come down just a tad…

Ever since his teeth start coming through, he think he can just get up and walk. The moment that happens, he’s getting a job. Just kidding…kind of.

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Teething Babies Are Evil!

Well, at least my son is. The moment that first toothcame to the surface, my son has been so mean to me. He doesn’t seem all that irritated about his two bottom teeth coming in but he’s very choosy on what he gets into for the day.

See the evil? I do.

He wants to sit a certain way, play with certain things, look at certain objects, sleep a certain time. He wants eyes on him at all costs. If you look away he’ll fallout and start having a tantrum. My son has become an evil little rascal over the course of a few weeks. He won’t chew on histeething rings or other teething toys but my fingers, he’ll go to town on those. I’m afraid to rub his gums because I may lose a finger fooling around with him.

The only upside to all of this evil wrapped in a small package? He drools a lot less which is odd, I thought babies were suppose to drool excessively when their teeth come in. That’s how I know the dark side is taking a toll on my baby, he’s became so evil, even his drool is afraid to make an appearance.

I manage to get a hold of some Baby Orajel but I haven’t given it to him yet, even though his pediatrician gave me the okay. It’s just, it’s for children 2 years and up, my son is only 9 months, I’d rather he be evil than sick. Evil goes away a lot faster than an avoidable illness.

Think I’ll go read Love you Forever by Robert Munsch to my son and see if that softens him up a bit. If not, I’m expecting him to spit fire.

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Republican State Senator Wants Single Parenthood Labeled as Child Abuse

Glenn Grothmann, a GOP state senator in Wisconsin, is proposing a bill that would label being a single parent as a contributing factor to child abuse. Ever notice how it’s men who come up with these asinine laws? Their may be studies that show the rate of child abuse to be higher in single parent homes than others but so what? Let me just say this: the president was raised in a single parent home.

There are many reasons why women choose to raise their child alone. Let’s start off with my reason. My soon to be ex-husband left my son alone for 20 minutes and left the door unlocked. To keep CPS out of my life and my son safe, I kicked his ass to the curb and would do it again. Other reasons such as,domestic abusedrug abusealcohol abuse, unemployment, neglect, poverty; the list goes on.

48.982 (2) (g) 2. Promote statewide educational and public awareness campaigns and materials for the purpose of developing public awareness of the problems of child abuse and neglect. In promoting those campaigns and materials, the board shall emphasize non-marital parenthood as a contributing factor to child abuse and neglect.

I’ve been a single parent for 11 days now and there are no signs of abuse going on. My son is very happy and he doesn’t even notice that his dad is gone — simply because his dad didn’t spend too much time with him, video games were more important as well as few other things. I couldn’t be happier, my son couldn’t be happier so what’s the problem? Why should I be labeled as a child abuser because I chose to keep my son out of the system and out of harms way? What about the women who had no choice but to be a single parent because the dad (or mother) walked away? What about the women and men who have spouses in the military? Are they child abusers too? Two parents may be ideal but this guy lives in la-la land if he thinks every parenting situation is either black or white. Where are all the legislative bills that speak out against all the other stated contributing factors of child abuse, such as alcoholism, drug abuse, etc.? How about making criminals responsible for their abuse, not targeting single parents.

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Extreme Separation Anxiety

I’ve witnessed separation anxiety in an infant before. She wasn’t mine but she thought I was hers.

There was a time before I had kids where when I would be around someone else kids and I don’t pay them no mind, they would try their hardest to get my attention. Anyone ever notice how persistent children are? Nah, me either. I could be sitting in a doctor’s office, minding my business when a wild jigglypuff appears! Nah, I kid — it’s just a kid who wants to climb up my pant leg and sit on my lap and grab my chin with their gums, no issue there. Kids have always seem drawn to me — I’m a complete stranger to them. Anyway, let me get to the point of this blog before I bore you to death.

It’s a time every infant go through what experts call ‘separation anxiety’. What the experts didn’t do is give it a scale; from mild to extreme. My son has extreme separation anxiety and it makes my heart sad, makes me feel bad for leaving and going anywhere without him. It makes me want to kiss him until he stops screaming “mama” and falling out (speaking of that, one day he’s going to do that and it’s going to hurt). This little dude watches everything mommy does. When mommy puts on her clothes and gets ready to go someplace, it’s like the calm before the storm. When I grab my shoes he gets worried. When I put on my sweater, his eyes start moving back and forth. When I grab my coat he starts moaning. When I reach for the keys, he’s kicking his feet while opening and closing hands. As soon as I close the door…”mama, mama, mama, mama”. It’s been bought to my attention that the mama’s doesn’t stop until he hear me coming in the house or he tires himself out.

When he wakes up and I’m sitting there looking at him, he starts crying this “why did you leave me?!” cry and he doesn’t stop this cry until he’s in my arms yanking off my glasses and trying to gum me to death.

What I need to do is to be ready. I need to find out how long this ordeal will last. Longer than terrible two’s? Longer than teething? I don’t think my face can take anymore of his gum attacks — with drool twice as lethal. I love my son but I hope all of this don’t make him into a mommy’s boy.

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I’m Patient but I’ve Never Been This Patient…Am I Crazy?

I’ve always been a patient person — it drives people crazy sometimes. Other people seem to appreciate the patience I’ve mastered over the years. Well today, I found myself thinking about all the things my son has gotten into and all the times he had uncontrollable crying and realized that I’m more patient than I’ve ever been. Parenting has made me a true master of patience. The thing is, I think I’m crazy. I feel like I’m one can short of a six-pack; my elevator doesn’t go to the top floor; I have a few screws loose…something.

My son, he spits, he kicks, he throws things, he cries, he gets irritable, he’s a drama king on occasion but I take it in stride. I smile at him, console him, I kiss and hug him, talk to him, and play with him. Not once have I lashed out at him or got frustrated with him in the 8 months and 1 week he’s been on this planet. The restless nights, the early mornings, the constant need for attention would have anyone wanting to trade places with a meteor out in space or something. He says “mama” day in and day out; people would look at me and hear him say “mama” all the time and would assume I wished my name was dog already.

I love his stubbornness — to go after the things he want, I love his company, I miss him dearly when he falls asleep but wish he would stay asleep longer when he takes a nap, I don’t mind his drool, or his need to dig his gums into the side of my face every chance he gets. Everything about my son I love — I couldn’t be happier. Does that make me crazy?

I don’t understand where it’s coming from. I only get 4 hours a sleep at night (he wakes me up at the crack of dawn every morning), I barely eat during the day, with little to no energy, how am I able to pick my son up and play with him until 8-9 o’clock at night? What’s driving and keeping me sane? What’s making me not want to trade huge monstrous dirty diapers for anything in the world?

I don’t want to believe it but I truly think I’m crazy. You know what though? That’s fine if I am. Because guess what?

If loving my son is crazy then I don’t want to be sane.

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