When Markus was born, they put him on me and dammit if that baby didn’t crawl up my chest and onto my shoulder.
Today, this babyman is seven months and some change. The climbing has reached new levels of cray.
Standing is his new activity. Standing and crawling through small spaces. Standing and crawling through small spaces and launching himself over whatever object might be in his path. Yeah. That about covers his current resume. Oh – and then there was that time yesterday morning when he figured out how to raise his body out of the Exersaucer and lower his entire 22lb frame to the floor. Head first. Thankfully, we’re vigilant and this kid has great strategy, so we have logged zero injuries. Even still, pray for me, people. My child is a monkey. And not the kind that sits and play with leaves. The kind that swings from ropes all day. This monkeychild is upwardly mobile. This just got real.
This sweet, calm, well behaved baby has added ninja warrior-spidermonkey-daredevil to his list of employable skills. He still doesn’t get angry or cry…unless he’s hungry. He still entertains himself with toys for hours. When we take him to restaurants, he still loves to sit and watch the people walk by. He still cracks up when I do my fake-high-pitched-sneeze routine. He’s still our little Chubba. He’s just upwardly mobile. And loving every second of it.
Thankfully, we are up for the challenge. No one has kids because it’s going to make your life easier. No one has kids because of all the sleep you’re going to get. We knew what we were getting into…sort of. I just need someone to get me an extra set of eyeballs for the back of my head. Can’t let this kid out of my sights for a second.
And if you don’t have a spare set of eyes on hand, how about you tell me your own experience with busy body babies. At least, I’ll know I’m not the only one raising a spidermonkey.