Myer has this new trick he does where whenever I put him down to sleep, he pushes himself all the way up on his arms until even his bellybutton is off the mattress. At first, he’s REAL proud of himself and has a big goofy grin on his face. But then, after a minute or two of this insane feat of strength, he starts crying… like “halp me!” crying… because he CAN’T FIND HIS WAY BACK DOWN.
And maybe this makes me an insensitive mamma, but I find this to be absolutely HILARIOUS. And I laugh at him. Outloud. While taking pictures.
He gets even more upset when, after pushing himself up into the cobra pose, his head swings over to the side and flips him over onto his back. This pisses him off so thoughroughly that you’d think someone snuck in there and told him that alllll the boobs in the world had suddenly (and inexplicably) disappeared.
Oh the horror!
A little daddy time makes it all better, though.
He also loves playing with the hair on the left side of his head. He twirls it around in his fingers while he simultaneously sucks on his other hand. This assures me that he will (indeed) be a powerful CEO of a fortune 500 company someday. Because, you know… such a little multi-tasker already! That’s like rubbing your head and patting your belly at the same time- and at only 11 weeks old! Heck, I can’t even do that.
Look out, Trump. YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED.