Last week was not my favorite one. Jude is quite obviously, to me, so cute I just might explode. He can charm me to no end. However, he was getting all monster on me all week, cranky, whiney, bouncing off the walls, not sleeping, I was feeling isolated, like a bad mom for his behavior and for being so frustrated with him, exhausted, frumpy (can you tell I was snowballing?), the clock was tick.......tick........ticking by till bedtime, and I might have made a few teary phone calls to Jeff and my mom and Elizabeth. I also wondered if I should just get an Emma Watson hair cut since he can still find a way to yank my hair when it's pulled neatly into a bun.
Saturday was a little better, today was much better, and I have hope anew for this week. Part of it was naps and trying to figure out if he needs to drop one or if he's just doing some flukey things and still needs two, how much of it is teething, and how much of it is that I just need to face it: I have a wild one on my hands. A wild one. He also laughs when I firmly say "NO" when he is hurrying over to dig into the fireplace. Nice.
Which brings me to something else. As I've told a few other moms about this trying week and they all said, "Oh yes, it's hard when you just have one." I thought that was sort of odd because I usually hear moms saying they miss the days when their attention was not pulled in so many directions by their plural progeny. If you can click out of your google reader and have more than one child I'd love to hear your thoughts.
As I said in the last post, just about the time I was about to drop him in his crib (which he has broken and maybe has a couple of functioning weeks left in it), put in my ear buds, and rock back and forth in the corner of a room, he'd do something much too sweet like put his pudgy hands on my face, get all up in my grill, and sort of look at me like he's telling me, "Hi, Mom. Don't worry, I'm just messing with you." And then after just a second and a half of that mother-son non-verbal communication he'd start bouncing on my lap with his mouth wide open giving me a couple slobber kisses when he could work that into his bounces.
Oh our little Juju.