There is the whole finding healthy foods that he is able to eat and out of those select foods finding the few that he actually wants to eat. It's a wild guess to try and decipher what is going to fit his fancy at any particular meal. The things he never rejects are blueberries, raspberries, cheese, pasta (most of the time), scrambled eggs (with cheese in them), pancakes, and yogurt. But he can't live off of those select foods, and everything else is hit and miss.
Then there is the whole part about literally watching him almost every second that he is awake. He is on the move, crawling and pulling himself up on things, which is great, but that also means that he is a huge danger to himself because he doesn't know what being careful or cautious is all about. And he doesn't know the rules yet.
Speaking of, we are also having lots of discussions about the word "no" which mostly consist of me sounding like a broken record and him screaming at me. He is a lot more willing to try things over and over again than his sisters were. :)
And he is just busy, busy, busy. Always wanting to do, do, do. Which means he gets bored a lot, which means that I have to find new ways or toys to entertain him. He also likes to be busy as soon as he wakes up, which lately has been 5am or 6am. Most days I feel like I haven't slept in so long.
On top of all that, I just really, really, really, really, really love this kid. Seriously. He is the cutest, sweetest, funniest, most loved boy of all time. He has the best laugh ever, I wish you could hear it right now.
We finally moved him into his own room last night, which, let's be clear, it's not like I was holding off on this and not getting enough sleep just because. He room was occupied and unavailable so we were making do and using a corner of our room for him. It worked just fine. But I was nervous going to sleep last night, and feeling a little sad and melancholy that the day had finally come and really feeling the fact that he is becoming less and less of a baby. Since he is our last baby, I do not at all regret the time that he got to sleep in our room - regardless of how little sleep I got. However, I got a truly real full night of sleep in my own bed last night with Kye in his room and I feel like a new person today. It's awesome.
So this morning I am celebrating the fact that this busy and tiring boy is getting older. I am reveling in the fact that I remember thinking how much easier it was to have a two and a four year old when I found out I was pregnant with this most loved boy in the world.
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so glad you got a good nights sleep
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