Baby Blog

My darling boy has turned into a monkey. About the same time he learned what a monkey was, how to say the word “monkey” and imitate our furry former relatives, my baby boy decided to go primitive. Just this afternoon I spent twenty minutes wrestling him into his car seat as he attempted to climb from the back to the front seat. It took five minutes to get him to let go of the steering wheel.

His level of determination is what astounds me. Baby Nik seems intent on reaching the peak of every piece of furniture, whether table or chair, bed or television set. He’s also using one piece of furniture to get onto the top of other pieces of furniture. The other day I watched from a distance as Nik took a shoe box, a tool box (empty) and a box of diapers, lined them up and used them as steps to climb on the coffee table.

My husband was impressed by his ingenuity whereas I was terrified at the new heights my son would now attempt to attain.

The top of the fridge? The shelf inside the cupboard? The roof of the building?

I know I should be happy that all those eggs I feed him have produced some strong baby muscles but all I can think of is more motor skills and muscle development means more things for mom to worry about. When does this worry stop? It’s like I seem to find things to worry about these days. But you should have seen my darling baby boy trying to drive the car. He kept yelling: “Truck! Go!”

I mean, I think I should worry don’t you? If I can keep him out of the driver’s seat until he’s 16 I’ll be lucky.  And if I can keep him off the fridge until he’s two it’ll be a miracle.

They tell you when you bring home a newborn baby, it’s a matter of constant vigilance. Seems to me, the older my baby gets, the more constant my constant vigilance becomes.

Speaking of which, I’d better check on that baby monkey.