You slipped twice and bumped your head twice on the floor during the weekend. Saturday and Sunday. I'm making note of this in case you get particularly wonky.
And poor baby still had colds so you really couldn't do your underwater antics because you couldn't breathe right. But you still had so much fun, it was sinful.
Sunday, three of your fingers got caught in one of Maxime's doors when Momsy shut it and I let go of your hands to turn off the light inside the car. Took you about 10-20 seconds before you started crying. And you hated dipping your fingers in cold water... or holding ice.
But at the Church, you feasted on quail eggs, using your injured hand. Later on, you were supporting your body using both hands to swing yourself. I knew then that you'd just be fine.
Monday night, Pappie hit you with one of the car doors... on the face/forehead. But you didn't cry.
I also saw you balancing yourself on the edge of the sofa while watching Momsy sweeping.
Seriously, my son, I am sure other parents will consider you a nightmare of a son because of your exuberance, curiosity and spirit.
Lolo says that you're that way because you're making up for all the activities your father didn't do when he was young. After all, he stayed put for hours wherever you put him. he was that behaved. And that your kind is better compared to quiet, shy, sensitive and sickly babies.
Now, you're sick with coughs and colds. And for some 20 minutes, we were holding a control contest in the CR where Mommy was trying to wash you, and you insisted on throwing tantrums. Nobody won and we both felt ugly and exhausted after. But at least you ate your lunch and I got you to sleep.
Mommy is sorry if she doesn't always have a long fuse. If she doesn't always understand. But Mommy loves you so much. Always. In all ways.
Slipping twice on the ground in Lipa did not hurt you.
Falling in a hole then down, did not hurt you.
Tripping several times did not hurt you.
Slipping on the floor, and falling down to bump the back of your head did not hurt you either.
But without us knowing, you really hurt yourself. Enough to keep crying everytime you'd remember it. Enough to cry and cry again everytime you attempt to pick something up. Enough to really not leave Mommy's arms again the rest of the night. Enough to sleep fitfully in the car and sleep again immediately once Mommy put you to bed.
Pappie and Mommy don't know what really happened. But I guess this is the first of many times when you'd really hurt yourself without us looking. Because you're growing up and not a baby anymore.
Yesterday, Mommy finally brought you to your pedia again for your Hepa A shots. The doctor found you behaved since you'd put back the dusty teddy bears Mommy would ask you to put back. And you sat on Mommy's lap willingly, allowed the doctor to use his stethoscope on you and looked him straight in the eye while he was injecting the shot.
Plus, you did not even cry and insisted only in being allowed to wash your hands.
He asked Mommy if you can do these things and I said YES to all of them:
1) go up and down the stairs unaided
2) pull down your own pants
3) remove your shoes
4) know 50 words at least
So the verdict was, you're just growing beautifully. He was a little concerned that you did not gain much weight in six months but seeing you gained enough considering the entire year, all was well. He did advise Mommy to wean and just feed you more. I told him we don't have problems feeding you right but you're just way too hyperactive.
Mommy felt validated :) And am really happy you're growing so well.
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The tantrums came back again after the weekend but so far, we've been good. I still have to put up with a lot of scratching and crying but you're still pretty manageable.
Weirdly enough, after you turned two, you haven't been as annoying and terribly tantrumy.
You did fall out of the bed this morning. And you tried drinking milk through your nose.
At the church yesterday, you engaged a boy your age to play. Basically, you guys just kept laughing, running and trying to touch each other. One time, however, you guys bumped each other. You immediately approached me with a sad face, and I could see you fighting back tears. I know you must have felt threatened rather than gotten hurt actually. But you did not really cry and you immediately left my arms to start approaching the boy again.
The other boy, however, was scared to go anywhere near you anymore. And because he wouldn't come near you anymore, you kept pointing at an area and kept signing "go".
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During your sleep, you woke up crying. When you realized that my back was to you, you cried all the more and sat up, and started turning my head back to you. I thought you were going to ask for milk and was ready to remind you that it wasn't morning yet. So I turned towards you. You hugged me and fell back to sleep... with your back turned to me.
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