She started crawling a month ago, and almost immediately started pulling herself up onto things. Now, a month later, she's pretty agile and is even taking little steps while holding on to furniture. I predict she'll be walking in a month or two. Yikes!
Over the last 9 months, my daughter and I have gotten along pretty well! But last week, we got into our first "fight"...
How does one get into a fight with a baby, you might ask?
The evening got off to a good start; I made a fort by throwing a blanket over the coffee table, and we were playing in it with a bunch of light-up toys. Suddenly, a truly foul smelled started to permeate our happy little fort. Now that Charlotte is eating some solid foods, she takes GIANT POOPS. And I'm not talking giant poops for a baby; I'm talking about poops that would make a trucker or football player blush.
Seriously, how can she poop that much? Is she hollow on the inside or something???
Anyway, Charlotte had completely filled her britches, and I decided to change her diaper right there on the living room floor, as I have so many times in the past.* Now that she's mobile and interested in EVERYTHING, changing her diaper is a bit more of a challenge - but THAT day, she was especially uninterested in sitting still. She rolled from side to side, smearing the poo here and there, getting it on her hands and feet, getting it on her clothes, getting it on the carpet, getting it on me... I desperately threw distractions her way, hoping that she'd latch onto a particular toy and hold still for 2.5 seconds at least.
She refused all the distractions I offered her - ALL OF THEM!
I was getting frustrated because she wouldn't hold still. I kept repeating: "NO, Charlotte! Hold still!" with increasing urgency, as I helplessly watched trucker poop get smeared into my carpet.
Charlotte was getting frustrated because I kept flipping her onto her back, despite her best efforts. She glared at me like I was the biggest jerk in the world, all while she continued to roll from side to side like a ship in a squall.**
It was clear neither of us were big fans of each other at that moment.
Finally, I got her cleaned up just enough to tuck her little naked body under my arm and run like hell back to the changing table in her bedroom. There, I was able to finish the job and she was slightly more cooperative.
I learned some valuable mommy lessons that day: 1) do NOT try to change a poopy diaper on the living room floor, 2) in fact, don't try to change a poopy diaper anywhere but the changing table, and 3) do NOT expect your 8 month old baby to understand why you want her to hold still.
She can't. Sitting still is completely out of line with her current stage of development (and the next 5-20 years of development, for that matter).
I guess I felt bad for getting grumpy with her - I certainly didn't lose my temper or anything, but I could tell that SHE could tell I was frustrated. I don't want her to see me lose my cool! Ever!
Seeing as that I have a rather volatile temper already, I think I've got my work cut out for me...
Ugh. Giant baby/trucker poops are nasty, but I can handle those. I'm more worried about when she gets the flu... I can NOT deal with puke. Will and I have already agreed that any vomit messes are automatically a daddy-duty!
*Outside of the fort, of course. We were basically on the fort's front porch.
**If a squall involved shit instead of water, that is.