Lil' Jeddy can now pull himself up to stand. And he is mighty proud of this new found ability.
So proud that he can't stop doing it!
Say it's time for his nap. I put him down in his cot, stuff a pacifier in his mouth, tuck him in and give him a kiss on his forehead. I turn my back and immediately hear that all too familiar shuffling. Next thing I know my boy is propped up on wobbly legs, with his head leaning over the bed railings. I go over, tsk tsk a little, lie him down again and tuck him in. Only this time, before I could even turn my back, he's sat up and is reaching for the railings. *arrghh* Just multiply the above by 10, that is, if I have the patience to last that long. By the fifth time, I usually give up and whisk him out.
But that's not what's giving me the headache. It's the constant toppling over and smashing his face and head against the hard surfaces that is. Did I mention that he has wobbly legs? Make that
really wobbly legs.
On Monday, he gave me the fright of my life. I placed him in his cot and went to bring in the laundry, hoping that it will prevent him from getting into any mischief behind my back. But alas! I heard a loud thud, followed by that howl. I rushed to my red-faced Jeddy and saw that he was bleeding from the eye! I could have fainted clean away. But I grabbed him and cuddled him and prayed so hard. Imagine bleeding from the eye!!! When he calmed down a little, I pried his eye open and found a very fine but deep cut on the outer corner of the eye where you normally sport wrinkles. It was really really close to his eyeball. My guess is that my Superboy-wannabe was having the time of his life wobbling on his feet and enjoying the lovely breeze up there above the railings when he lost his balance and came crashing down and smashed his face on his hands, cutting his eye with his freshly-cut nails. *sigh*
I truly thank God that it was nothing serious. Still, I was trembling when I called Hubs to tell him about the whole thing. And Jeddy had the gall to grin when I was on the phone! *pinch his cheeks* I washed the wound with some boiled water, despite strong protest. I pinned him down and swabbed the area squeaky clean. Hubs bought a little yellow solution on his way back and we had another wrestling match with superboy. Again, thank God, there wasn't any swelling and our boy was up and about as if nothing happened.
Despite my keeping a hawk's eye on him, he's since fallen on his head another couple of times. *chides self*
We've decided to convert our spare bedroom (which is by default our second storeroom) into a child-safe room. Hopefully then I can get some work done and get to pee without worrying my life away.
So here's Jeddy attempting to scale his feeding chair. Constantly on the lookout for fresh peaks. ;D
That's my boy for you!
*sigh of exhaustion*
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