Soooo….babies are aliens. Little cute mushy aliens with no rhyme or reason or logic. I’m convinced.
I’m not sure what it is, but Rohan is allergic to taking photos. Or video tape. He is walking for no reason nowadays and I try to capture it but he drops to one knee as soon as he knows he’s on camera! I have to kinda hide the camera to get any shots of him. At times he’ll let make take pics with my phone or my lil camera, but if I pull out my big boy he goes bonkers, hides, screams, or scurries away.
This kid sabotages me when he’s on the changing table. He’ll kick, turn, try to spin, crawl away, put his hands down and pull at his penis, pull at my clothes, scream and cry like I’m torturing him. Then as soon as the fresh diaper is on, he goes back to this angelic, cooing baby, as if nothing ever happened.
There’s something about the entertainment system that draws this kid to it. We had to create a physical buffer with ottomans and the coffee table and that kept him at bay for like….3 days…then he started using all his lil power to push things away so he can grab at the entertainment system. And now he knows how to turn off and on the cable box and TV…FML… I think I’m going to find a bubble to put this boy in.
This “throw things down then cry for them” game…..and the “make myself into a wet noodle so you can’t picke me up” game…Needs. To. Stop. (Although the faces he makes during both “games” are just hysterical.)
He climbs and scoots himself into spaces he cannot comfortably fit, then when he realizes he’s stuck he cries. I save him (from himself) and he goes right back and gets himself stuck again! Don’t you remember being stuck there 60 seconds ago?!
This kid is a trip!