It happened over the weekend. It’s funny, because she looks exactly the same – but she is really, a completely different baby.
Gone is the quiet, shy, placid little thing that would play forever on her own. In her place, a very noisy, frustrated bundle of movement who will grizzle and SQUEAL REALLY RATHER LOUDLY IF SHE WANTS SOMETHING:
Things Little Bun would like:
- To be put down
- To be picked up
- To be on her tummy
- To be OFF HER TUMMY NOW OH GOD THIS IS AWFUL
- To put all the things (ALL THE THINGS) in her mouth
- … except for baby food, get that stuff away from me
- But give me the spoon. I want the spoon
- To be held held held all the time
- Except now, don’t hold me now
- BUT HOLD ME NOW
- And don’t. Under any circumstances. LEAVE MY SIGHT, MAMA
Sigh. It’s rather exhausting.
I knew I was spoilt, but I didn’t realise how much. For months I’ve been used to running mini-errands around the house while LB is awake and playing happily. Now I have windows of three minutes to do things in. Like go to the loo. Or shower.
The only place she’s happy is the pram, pounding the pavement. Luckily the weather is gorgeous here, because we are going out walking A LOT.
What do you think is going on? Her bottom two teeth are completely through, so I think it’s more developmental. Separation anxiety? Sudden realisation that the World Out There exists? Just, y’know, being a baby?
She’s still smiley and wonderful and gorgeous – but oh lordy she’s putting me through my paces!