Baby Blog

Well here I sit at ten to nine on a Tuesday evening with baby Nik by my side. I put him to bed less than 30 minutes ago. That entire time he screamed and yelled and cried and begged me to let him out of bed. I finally succumbed when Nik used his word of the week telling me “but mama I’m stuck! I need mama I’m stuck! I want mama! I’m stuck!” over and over again as though his little heart would break and yes ladies I gave in.

Is not that he is cute which is why everyone else spoils him; it’s a combination of the fact that he’s cutting four teeth simultaneously and that when he calls out for me like something horrible is happening to him… Did I mention I’m Irish and the guilt thing is big in my house? Baby Nik has been getting stuck in more places than his crib lately. His use of the word not only gets him out of bed late at night it also gives me insight into his view of the world.

Baby Nik has been “getting stuck” with his hand jammed inside a packet of cookies. He’s got stuck filling the cat water dish with dry cat food (he ran out of cat food). He’s got stuck climbing onto the kitchen table to steal my digital camera. And he’s got stuck in the house when he wanted to go play on the swings at eight o’clock at night and the front door wouldn’t open. My poor baby boy is getting stuck all over the place.

Baby Nik loves to get his own way. Rather than being aware of the fact that he must be doing something wrong or something against the rules, he feels imposed upon whether by mama, the cat food jar, the height of the kitchen table or the security flap on the cookie packet.

The fact that a baby considers the rules of the world, whether mom rules or the laws of physics, an imposition on his life is both funny and frightening. Hopefully it’s just a stage where he feels limited by his physical body.

Or of course, it’s the beginning of a lifetime pattern of rule breaking.

It’s just a phase. It’s just a phase. It’s just a phase.

If I say it enough ill it make it real?