A few days ago, Charlotte crawled.
I am proud to announce this, I am. As she slowly, methodically inched forward, I was mere inches away, happily cheering her on. But you know what? In the back of my head, I was also thinking, well, IT IS ABOUT STINKING TIME.
In my defense, I have spent the last month watching my daughter learn to crawl. And if you have ever devoted as many hours to that practice as I have, you will back me up on this: it is an exercise in patience.
Mostly because of the head banging.
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Over the past month, I have (patiently!) (kind of…) watched as Charlotte has banged her head into the floor, the walls, the floor, the cradle, the floor, the bookcase, the floor, the chair, the floor, the bed, the floor, the cabinets, and the floor. Oh, and the floor.
I will have you know that I birthed that head, THANKYOUVERYMUCH. I think that head is perfect. I think that head is brilliant and precious and wonderful. I do not think that head needs to be banged into the floor.
There are other frustrating bits as well, of course. Charlotte has, for example, whimpered and screeched and cried and completely lost her mind approximately three million times an hour over the past few weeks. Because the toy! Is out of reach! IT IS OUT OF REACH! THE TOY! IT CANNOT BE REACHED! THE WORLD IS GOING TO END!!!
That sort of thing.
But the head banging is the worst. So even though I realize that crawling will present its own set of challenges, I have to admit: I saw her scuttle forward .02 centimeters before collapsing and I thought THANK GOODNESS.
My poor, sweet Charlotte is only seven months old and already I want to envelope her in bubble wrap and tell the world to play nice.
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