Lately, it seems as though the “boy” is really coming […]
Lately, it seems as though the “boy” is really coming out in Isaac. It could just be what happens with every baby around this age, but suddenly he’s after everything, and not in a gentle fashion. He jumps, he head butts, he yanks and pulls. He squirms, and wiggles, and when he doesn’t get what he’s after, he grunts and yells.
It seems as if most of his jumping involves landing squarely on my C-section scar, and most of his yanking involves the tiny, sensitive hairs at the base of my neck. I have lost many a chunk of hair over the last few weeks, much to his delight.
There are some days I feel like I’m on the losing side of a UFC match. I find myself reminding my “opponent” that there is no eye gouging or fish hooking allowed. My only retaliation is a “no” and an attempt at distraction.
Diaper changes very much resemble a wrestling match with an alligator. One that rolls uncontrollably, and is covered in poop. Sorry, was that too much?
Needless to say, this gets a tad exhausting some days. But, in a weird way, it’s fun to see the “boy” start to emerge. Now, I just have to figure out how to teach him gentleness.
In the meantime, I’ll be working out so I can hold my own.