Seek and Destroy
Quinn turned 10 months old this week and can someone please shoot me for ever even thinking that a newborn was a handful?!? I mean seriously, she used to just lay around, crying when she wanted to be held or fed, or changed, but honestly, she has never cared whether she’s got a loaded diaper or not. Yes, I heard many people warn, “oh, just wait”, but just like anything, until your here, you cannot appreciate those words.
So where she used to remind me of a delicate little wall flower, she now reminds me more of Wile E. Coyote, creating a path of destruction wherever she goes. Her destruction is two-fold, one part: curiosity, second part: unsteadiness. She crawls at an alarming pace which is fine, however once she reaches her final destination — usually my shins, she pulls herself up on my pantlegs and wobbily stands as if she’s walking a tight rope and is about to lose it.
Her sole purpose in life right now can be summed up below:
1. Stand at whatever object is near her, then reach out to the next object and *fall* towards it, hoping she is still standing. Result: Potentially could land flat on her face, kissing the hardwoods.
2. Find a bookshelf and pull books off one-by-one. Result: Cries when one hits her toe.
3. Making her way to the potted Palm Plant, pulling off little pieces of the bark and trying to eat them. She also loves to grab handfuls of dirt and toss them on the floor. Result: Get’s pissed when I remove her from this activity, usually cries.
4. Pulling wipes out of the container, one-by-one. Result: She pulls one out, I quickly shove it back in, so the game can continue and so we don’t have a pile of unused wipes that need to be tossed. Yes, I pick my battles.
5. Find a drawer and remove all contents inside. Her dresser drawer is the best for this activity, as her clothes are small and can be removed easily. Result: Her bedroom is usually very messy with clothes and such strewn across the floor at any given moment of each day. I also have given up on keeping her clothes folded “nicely” in the bottom drawer.
6. To find me, lurking somewhere, out of her view. When she’s sitting playing, I quietly exit the room to complete some luxurious task like *peeing* (I know, how dare I). However within moments her little Mommy Radar goes off and she’s on the move. Result: She reaches me before my *task* at hand is complete.
These six activities, plus the 500 I’m forgetting to mention, happen everyday, throughout the day. Multiply these activities by her unsteadiness, clumsiness and her unearthly amount of curiosity and you’ve got a day in the life of Quinn and Christine. Which when I think about it, I am completely and utterly amazed at how quickly these little blobs calm infants, become little people. She amazes me with what she knows. She amazes me with her personality which is full of energy, spunk and this undying determination. She loves to make Jake and I laugh with her little games of saying “ahhhhh” after taking a drink of water, or copying how we chew our food — she chomps her gums/teeth together loudly. The little person that she’s becoming makes any amount of exhaustion that I feel at the end of the day, so worth it.
Oh yes I remember those days so long ago,one slight difference,u rolled not crawled,I had blankets lined up resembling the L.A. freeway,nothing got in ur way…Oh the good ol’e days,where did they go..Lv mom
And I thought we had a lot of snow here in the big sky of Montana,makes our measly 7 inches look like a bad case of dandruff..compared to Portlasd..And I’m not talking about Portland maine.Lv mom
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM MONTANA,HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR..LOVE ALWAYS MOM,give that li’l angel a big hug from her grandma XOXO