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How do people do it...
Seriously......I am DEAD tired of being around Matt all day. God, now that he is moving is worst!! I can not tell you how many bruises or bloody nose he has had in the last couple of months!
Are all kids this active?? I mean, he literally jumps up and down in the morning when he wakes up, feeding him is a challenge...he keeps moving and wants to feed himself, so I give him one spoon and while he tries to get some of the food on the spoon to feed himself I shovel the food with another spoon. Gee...his clothes! I think I use a stain remover bottle on every load! How can he get so dirty??? After breakfast, I try to tidy up a little...let's say put the dishes in the dishwasher, well he is right there picking up and out all the dishes I put in. Then he grabs a spoon and makes a "run" (scooting in his case) cause he knows I will take it away. So after chasing him, I have to place everything back in quickly and unlock one cabinet to get the detergent ....he notices that I unlock it...so he dashes for the open cabinet. So with one arm I am pouring the detergent, the other one lifting the door of the dishwasher and with one leg I am closing the cabinet before he gets to it.
Later if I am doing the laundry, he finds it hilarious to pick the clothes out of the clean basket and "clean" the floor with them. Ooooh and the new thing he has discovered. He can climb up the stairs. YAY. not.
Harry built a gate cause none of the commercial gates would work on our stairs, but the gate was umm how can I say this in a nice way? Well, Harry was building something else and he got mad and sorta kick the gate and now the gate wont lock completely, so guess who figured how to open it? Yup, and he loooooooves to go up the stairs...mommy gets a heart attack, but who cares is fun!
So right now we are working in teaching him how to go down and on fixing the gate.
By this time is what...10:30 am?? YES! ONLY 10:30...I am looking at my watch and can not believe time moves sooo slow. So I try to cook something for lunch. Matt is right there of course and he is playing with the cabinet that has the plastic stuff...Finally is lunch time and Harry comes home and plays with Matt while I try to finish everything. We all have lunch and here is sorta easy cause is finger food time!
After that...at 12:30ish or even 1 pm...depends on his mood. He is ready for his nap and oh my, so am I. So I put some music, we dance a couple of slow songs and then I lay him down where he crashes for 2 hrs. And I know that this is the time I should use to keep doing housework, but I cant, I rather spend a couple of minutes checking my e-mail, reading the LJ or using my messenger. And some days, I just crash as well.
So that is just my morning and now I am thinking of joining a Gym. So, got to figure how I'm gonna do everything and still try to keep Matt safe. Oh sure, he has toys and loves to play with them, but he can not stay still, he is so active, I can not even describe it cause you need to see him to believe me. I am not saying he is "Hyperactive" just too active for my lazy self. And too curious and smart. He can get on and off his bouncy zebra, he knows that mommy uses that big "stick" to clean the floors, so he grabs it, makes it fall to the ground so he can grab the handle where there is a button that if he pushes it, the "stick" makes funny noises that scares the dog.
The other day I had the worst scare of my life. I had him in my bed and then I got up and stretch my arms to get him and the little bugger ran to the other side of the bed and before I could reach him, he fell. Head first. Our bed is soo tall, and I swear everything turned into slow motion, I tried to grab him but it was impossible. And he fell. I screamed his name in horror. And he cried, so I picked him up, ran to the bathroom grabbed a towel, pour some water in it, and put in his forehead while I checked for any cranial or nasal fractures. I did some simple neurological test, check his body for any other fractures or hematomas. By then, Matt was trying to get off my lap and stand up...so I let him and watched for any erratic movements. He was fine, he was moving fine, "talking" and even laughing. And I could not stop shaking.
I called the pediatrician and since Matt did not lose consciousness, he just gave me some things to watch out for and to have him under observation for the next 12 hrs.
So Matt was fine, I think he cried out of my scream than of the pain...That day I think my blood pressure dropped, I felt like crying and the worst part was that I was alone. Harry had left for a 1 day trip. I was soo scared, I am still scared...he is such a daredevil but he is still my baby boy and I guess the years will go by...and he will still be my baby boy and I will always be scared for him.
Gong back to my day with him...Around 8:30 pm he starts winding down, at 9 pm is his shower...Ohh he does not want to be sitting down now, nooo he is such a big boy, how can he sit in the tub if that is not how mommy or daddy shower, oh no, he wants to take his bath standing up. So, after his shower, Daddy comes and puts him to sleep.
And he is only 10 months old. God, I am sooo tired.
Seriously......I am DEAD tired of being around Matt all day. God, now that he is moving is worst!! I can not tell you how many bruises or bloody nose he has had in the last couple of months!
Are all kids this active?? I mean, he literally jumps up and down in the morning when he wakes up, feeding him is a challenge...he keeps moving and wants to feed himself, so I give him one spoon and while he tries to get some of the food on the spoon to feed himself I shovel the food with another spoon. Gee...his clothes! I think I use a stain remover bottle on every load! How can he get so dirty??? After breakfast, I try to tidy up a little...let's say put the dishes in the dishwasher, well he is right there picking up and out all the dishes I put in. Then he grabs a spoon and makes a "run" (scooting in his case) cause he knows I will take it away. So after chasing him, I have to place everything back in quickly and unlock one cabinet to get the detergent ....he notices that I unlock it...so he dashes for the open cabinet. So with one arm I am pouring the detergent, the other one lifting the door of the dishwasher and with one leg I am closing the cabinet before he gets to it.
Later if I am doing the laundry, he finds it hilarious to pick the clothes out of the clean basket and "clean" the floor with them. Ooooh and the new thing he has discovered. He can climb up the stairs. YAY. not.
Harry built a gate cause none of the commercial gates would work on our stairs, but the gate was umm how can I say this in a nice way? Well, Harry was building something else and he got mad and sorta kick the gate and now the gate wont lock completely, so guess who figured how to open it? Yup, and he loooooooves to go up the stairs...mommy gets a heart attack, but who cares is fun!
So right now we are working in teaching him how to go down and on fixing the gate.
By this time is what...10:30 am?? YES! ONLY 10:30...I am looking at my watch and can not believe time moves sooo slow. So I try to cook something for lunch. Matt is right there of course and he is playing with the cabinet that has the plastic stuff...Finally is lunch time and Harry comes home and plays with Matt while I try to finish everything. We all have lunch and here is sorta easy cause is finger food time!
After that...at 12:30ish or even 1 pm...depends on his mood. He is ready for his nap and oh my, so am I. So I put some music, we dance a couple of slow songs and then I lay him down where he crashes for 2 hrs. And I know that this is the time I should use to keep doing housework, but I cant, I rather spend a couple of minutes checking my e-mail, reading the LJ or using my messenger. And some days, I just crash as well.
So that is just my morning and now I am thinking of joining a Gym. So, got to figure how I'm gonna do everything and still try to keep Matt safe. Oh sure, he has toys and loves to play with them, but he can not stay still, he is so active, I can not even describe it cause you need to see him to believe me. I am not saying he is "Hyperactive" just too active for my lazy self. And too curious and smart. He can get on and off his bouncy zebra, he knows that mommy uses that big "stick" to clean the floors, so he grabs it, makes it fall to the ground so he can grab the handle where there is a button that if he pushes it, the "stick" makes funny noises that scares the dog.
The other day I had the worst scare of my life. I had him in my bed and then I got up and stretch my arms to get him and the little bugger ran to the other side of the bed and before I could reach him, he fell. Head first. Our bed is soo tall, and I swear everything turned into slow motion, I tried to grab him but it was impossible. And he fell. I screamed his name in horror. And he cried, so I picked him up, ran to the bathroom grabbed a towel, pour some water in it, and put in his forehead while I checked for any cranial or nasal fractures. I did some simple neurological test, check his body for any other fractures or hematomas. By then, Matt was trying to get off my lap and stand up...so I let him and watched for any erratic movements. He was fine, he was moving fine, "talking" and even laughing. And I could not stop shaking.
I called the pediatrician and since Matt did not lose consciousness, he just gave me some things to watch out for and to have him under observation for the next 12 hrs.
So Matt was fine, I think he cried out of my scream than of the pain...That day I think my blood pressure dropped, I felt like crying and the worst part was that I was alone. Harry had left for a 1 day trip. I was soo scared, I am still scared...he is such a daredevil but he is still my baby boy and I guess the years will go by...and he will still be my baby boy and I will always be scared for him.
Gong back to my day with him...Around 8:30 pm he starts winding down, at 9 pm is his shower...Ohh he does not want to be sitting down now, nooo he is such a big boy, how can he sit in the tub if that is not how mommy or daddy shower, oh no, he wants to take his bath standing up. So, after his shower, Daddy comes and puts him to sleep.
And he is only 10 months old. God, I am sooo tired.