Monday, 5 January 2009
Poor little malcontent
Kickbaby wants to stand up so badly, and he's so mad that he can't. Every time I try to sit him down on the floor he does vigorous straight-legs so that he remains standing while I hold him. He makes a few very satisfied "Hah" noises while he surveys the world from his rightful position, and then protests long and loud when his little knees buckle him to the floor.
He's pulling himself up on everything (but not managing to get fully upright yet) and banging his head on everything else. I mean everything else. We would buy him one of those baby-protector helmets, but then he'd have no friends. And the helmet wouldn't protect his nose and mouth and chin, which he also bangs against hard surfaces with great abandon.
Nothing stops him, either. If he sees a toy that he wants and the cross-bar of a table (for example) is in the way, he'll repeatedly bump his head into the cross-bar while trying to reach the toy. Crawl forward, bump, cry, sit back, see toy, crawl forward, bump, cry, sit back, see toy, crawl forward, bump... and in the end I have to remove him. His granddad says this is a positive – a "promising sign for his level of tenacity". I, on the other hand, think it foreshadows a loooong 18 years ahead until he "safely" reaches adulthood. And then, Uncle Aaron has colourfully illustrated for us how "safe" adulthood can be. Ahem.
Excuse me. I have to go rescue him again.