When Frankie was Born on October 20, 2011, I never really thought about what kind of baby he would be. I just know, babies cry a lot and need comfort and love.
8 months later, I know what kind of baby he is. He's a hard baby. But how can a little baby be so hard?
Well, he has in attitude. I may get criticized for saying this because after all, "I'm a mom and I need to deny and pretend that my baby is the not a brat and doesn't cry and isn't fussy and doesn't want his way"
He's has a little attitude. He recently learned how to crawl, and so now he dosesn't want to hang out in his play yard because he grew wings and needs to crawl around the entire living room. So I let him play on his blankets. I lay his toys all around so he can crawl and play. As soon as I walk to the kitchen he starts crying. He wants me to sit on the floor with him. So I do, I play with him on the floor. And then as soon as I walk away, he doesn't like that. He yells and screams until he turns red!
I do get upset, but what can I do? I can't help but laugh. At my little boy. There isn't much I can do but just remember that he'll only be this big for seconds. He'll soon be 9 months and then he'll be on to a different task. Maybe standing, walking? Who knows!
I don't know if this is normal because not many people tell the truth when talking about their kids. It's like taboo to say that there kid was a certain way. It's not bad peopel!! Tell us!!! Im a first time mom, so when my baby is yelling at the top of his lungs! I take this as he's just being a brat! Because if he's not wet, dirty, hungry, sleepy.. then he's just bored and wants a change of scenary.
NO matter what, my son is amazing. My world revolves around him 100% without a doubt.
I love my son!!!! ANd if I have to sit with him while the house falls apart then oh well, there will be other people who can wash dishes, do laundry, sweep, mop, feed the dogs, grocery shop, make dinner. I can shower, eat, dress myself later. Now I better attempt to do all that i mentioned because he's down for a nap.
Bye,
Mayra
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