Nothing can prepare you for the day that your baby actually, officially, unmistakably starts walking. Believe me, I have heard the snarky remarks and noticed the chuckles and knowing looks exchanged by the other parents when I tell them about my baby doing her drunken sailor impressions around the living room. Like with all aspects of parenting, you can't really "know" unless you have been through it yourself.
It is awesome that Camille is finally walking and I think we are as excited by her new mobility as she is but everyone was right, life as we knew it is OVER! This kid was created with alien, super charged batteries that go all day without stopping until 8 o'clock rolls around and the system spontaneously powers down...face down. She does not stop moving even for one second. Like the powers that make her legs move might be suddenly stripped from her and she will be returned to her former worm-like state. The girl is a real go-getter and by that I mean she will go get that dead fly from the window sill, she will go get that rogue piece of dog kibble or that penny that escaped from Obbi's pants pocket.
I am starting to think that the 16 year old moms have got the right idea because my batteries are Safeway brand and are crapping out. There is not enough coffee on the planet to help me keep up with her. So until they come up with a solution to the energy crisis on Lucile Avenue I am going to high tail it to Babies R Us for more baby gates and plug covers and then over to Foot Locker for some sneakers.
No comments:
Post a Comment