Today was one of those days where the thought of waking up tomorrow and doing it all over again (and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that) just about smooshed me.
I love the quote that my friend Su left in the comments here a while back– something like ‘in motherhood the days are long and the years are short’.
SO SO TRUE.
The baby! The sweet baby! He is turning into a monkey booger.
He has taken to slapping me and pulling my hair and scratching at my nose and eyes! Like… he’s super aggressive. A tiny baby bully! He has figured out that the hairs right at the temple hurt the worst, and he goes for them every time. He also likes to bite the tender muscles between my shoulders and my neck.
Luckily, he is almost equally as adamant about snuggling and rubbing his head against my face and neck to show me he adores me.
If I didn’t have that symbol of affection to cling to lately, I might be tempted to think the baby does not like me.
Ezra was NEVER aggressive like this in any way, shape, or form.
Do any of you have experiences with babies like this? I’m somewhat baffled. How do I teach a baby to be gentle? Or do I just roll with it? We try so hard to speak gently, and demonstrate what ‘gentle’ looks like, but he just smirks and lunges towards our eyes with his kung fu baby knife nails. I’m sure this will all fade with time and more developed communications skills, but…
… I’m at my wit’s end. This is all so foreign to me. I thought some of you might have some pointers or similar stories. If you do, please let me know!
I am tired and all scuffed up and in need of some advice.
The Baby’s Punching Bag