…is insanely hectic! When I first found out that I was having a boy, a friend of mine gave me this bit of advice: “Get a good pair of running shoes!” Until recently, I hadn’t needed to heed such advice, but these days, I typically fall into bed exhausted. It’s as though we have a whirling-dervish going through the house, taking down everything in his path like a tornado. As evidenced recently:
This photo was absolutely not staged, I merely took a picture to record the aftermath. You can clearly see the path D took, pulling anything and everything from shelves and nooks & crannies.
It’s acts like these that have earned Declan the nickname Dr. Destructo or Mr. Antsy-Pants. D has been a very active baby since he was even in-utero. He sat breech, facing my spine, while in utero, and would often lean way back, so far so that one could clearly see his head (it freaked my husband out). Sadly, this strength and independence means my little guy has never been a cuddler (thank goodness for our breastfeeding relationship). An hour after he was born, he pushed off and away from a nurse as she was holding him – insane strength! He started rolling at two weeks old, and liked to stand, holding onto my or my husband’s hands, at 3 months old. All of this is to say that this kid has been physical, and a ball of energy in constant motion, from the get-go – he never stops!
I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like once D stops furniture walking and starts walking on his own! My life will never be the same…