Okay, here goes: in a world where everyone talks about baby milestones, there’s one I REALLY don’t want baby C to hit right now.
Does that make me the asshole? Hah. Probably.
I mean, I want him to crawl in theory, but fuck, do you know how much neater this house is going to have to be? We have 2 cats, a preschooler and a teenager. Run through all the possible things a baby could crawl through, if we all had to fit into a 900 square foot, single floor, bungalow. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
One billion tiny Playmobil/Calico Critter/crayon/beads/playdoh THINGS, cat hair, tiny bits of cat litter that find their way out of the cat litter box, about 25 items of dirty clothes strewn on the Teenager’s floor (which is also where baby C’s change table and clothes are. Small house, like I said.), and her collection of bags filled with Christmas presents she hasn’t used or looked at yet. And then there’s all the cords, drawers and shelves that need baby proofing. Again.
The Threenager was a challenging baby in certain ways, but in others, she was a cinch. She never crawled, in the traditional way. She did a bum-scoot, which was super convenient for me, since that meant her face wasn’t right at floor level! And we didn’t really need to baby-proof much of anything, because she didn’t want to open drawers and cupboards. She didn’t climb up much of anything, or want to get her hands dirty.
Baby C? The yang to her yin.
He is allllllll about putting anything he can get his paws on into his mouth. And so grabby! Lord help me, if I happen to forget to take the bowl of baby food off his tray when I look away for a moment. That little dude will have the entire bowl up-ended on his goddamn face in half a second. And he’s curious and tactile, so he needs to touch All of the Things.
And he is very, very close to being able to crawl. I’m guessing it’ll be in the next week or two. NOT. READY.
Here’s the thing: I know there are loads of you who are managing as many or more children/animals/whatever, and you are doing just fine with your crawling babies. But I’m…artistic*. And I know the house isn’t as clean as I’d want it to be, for baby C to be crawling around in. Sigh. I might just have to up my game. Or…he’ll get used to it.
I haven’t decided which, yet.
*that means I have issues with clutter. As in, I create it wherever I go. And have trouble clearing it. The Husband loves that bit about me.