He looks cute,but he's a H-A-N-D-F-U-L
I was inspired by my friendChrissy's brutal honestyyesterday so I thought we could talk a little today about how having Alex—despite beingwhat I risked my life for—is freakin hard and sometimes makes me want to go to therapy.Or on a long vacation.
Alex is,of course,cuter than words these days (see photo above) but he's also a live wire/bam bam/wrecking ball—I took that photo when he climbed into one of my dining room chairs.After I snapped it,he promptly stood up,grabbed the back and started shaking it like he was a prisoner.Then he rolled himself off and,of course,smacked his head on the floor (completely unphased).At the airport last week he wriggled out of my arms and in two seconds flat climbed onto the luggage belt and when I said,"Alex!" he fell off backward—he didn't cry,but I did.We had just arrived in FLA after a two and a half hour flight where Alex did not want to be seated or held or readThe Very Busy Spiderfor the 10,000th time.He wasn't really disruptive to anyone but us,but that was enough.Nick and I actually got into a fight—right there in 5d and 5e—because we didn't know how to handle it.
We used to think we had it made—Alex was the best baby in the whole world.He started sleeping through the night at six weeks,he ate like a champ,took epic naps,would go to anyone.Well he's now 15 months old and it's a whole different story.The kid does not stop.He doesn't walk,he runs.Everywhere.And touches everything.Just this morning he pulled five different cords out of the walls (he sneaks behind beds,dressers,etc.just to get his little hands on them) and,as he's doing it,he says "no,no,no,ba-boy." Nick and I used to laugh,now we just get annoyed.He also took my BC pills and put them in the toilet (after he put them to his ear and said Helllo??Hello??).It's not like we don't discipline him.我们试一试。And he understands.In addition to being a handful he's also a genius (if I do say so myself...).But I don't want him to live in a police state where all he hears is no.We're kind of at a loss right now.
I thought surviving cancer was going to be the toughest thing I did in my life.Not even close.The day in and day out drama of being a parent is...beyond.And it's not exactly the best thing for my marriage.Nick and I often congratulated ourselves on what fantastic parents we were.Now we often get into screaming matches because we're so frazzled from chasing Alex around all day.You know that super annoying thing people say to you when you're pregnant ("your life will never be the same!")?Well,it's all true.
BUT (and this is a big but),it's also amazing.I hope it goes without saying that I love being a mom too—and that I know how lucky I am to be able to be one.I love Alex so much I want to cry.He laughs constantly and gives hugs to every little kid he sees (and all of his stuffed animals) and dances like a headbanger whenever he hears music.When I read him his bedtime books (one of the only times he sits completely still) he reaches his hand back to touch my face—and says Baa if he sees a sheep and Moo if he sees a cow (see,a genius!).This morning he fed me his grapes on his fork and said,"yum" every time I took a bite while we waited (desperately) for his babysitter to arrive.It doesn't get any better than that.But,it shouldalsobe said,that he makes me want to pull out my hair sometimes.It's tough to admit that something I wanted so badly isn't pure bliss 100 percent of the time,but today is all about honesty.And I think if there's any place to vent,this is it.Anyone with me?Think I'm horrible for admitting this?Have any good survival tips?Please share!
Oh,and how do you baby-proof a Christmas tree?