A no, my life was not interrupted by having a baby! LOL! I'm still huge and waddling around the house per usual. <--For some reason I love to do this every couple of years just to keep me more sane, or prove I am insane. You don't believe me? Hehehe! Actually, I'm addicted to babies. Soft snuggly, cuddly little babies... I want one so bad right now it's killing me!
Literally. Well, if the baby doesn't, then the freakishly weird dreams might! Lol! Good grief.
Anyway, all this babiness and baby readiness and baby hungriness has reminded me of my first baby and his overly abundant ability to find catastrophes when and wherever he could. My hubby and I should've realized very early on just how much trouble our little blonde, giggling, tyke would be. Very early on... like say 9 months... though, had we been more in tune or had a few more kids under our belts we may have realized even sooner he was going to be one adventure after another.
Nothing, though--NOTHING--could've prepared us for when our sweet cherub decided to climb out of his own crib at 9 months. Nothing. (And may I add--at nine months the little guy was barely wearing 6 month clothing!)
So there I was, video in the VHS player, waiting for my hubby to put our little guy down for his nap. After a few minutes he came back in the room, snuggled down on the sofa with me and I pushed PLAY on the remote. About 5 minutes later, we stared in shock as our little monster cooed and giggled his way crawling up to the couch to sit with mom and dad. Neither of us could believe what we were seeing--
me: What in the world? I thought you put him to bed.
hubby: I did put him to bed--at least I thought I did.
me: What do you mean--at least you thought you did? Hello? You had one job to do--put him to bed and you do what? Set him on the floor and lay a blanket on him instead?
hubby: I uh--I uh--well, maybe...
me: Are you kidding me? You laid my baby on the floor instead of putting him in his crib?
hubby: I guess so. That's so weird.
me: I'll tell you what's weird... and it's not--
hubby: Fine! I'm putting him to bed now, are you happy?
me: You better. Good grief. sometimes you worry me, you know?
Five minutes later, my hubby and I are watching the movie... when here comes trouble all coos and smiles again.
hubby: Holy cow! Now I KNOW I put him in bed this time!
me: What in the world--you left the side down didn't you?
me: Well how else did he get out?
hubby: I don't know, but I intend to find out. Come here you, mom keeps blaming this on me--come show me what you're doing, you little tough guy.
me: Wait up! This I've gotta see
After snuggling our happy guy back into bed, and making sure the sides were securely locked and in place, we waited by the door and watched. Sure enough, not two minutes later--our 9 month old sat up and began to pile his blankets and pillow and couple of animals all to one corner of the crib. Once he'd made a good-sized mountain, he then began to climb to the top of it, pull himself up to the railing and swing one leg over it.
By this time I lunged forward, heart in my throat, but my hubby caught me up--
"Wait, Jenni! He's obviously done this twice before, let's see what happens."
Out of reluctance and a bit of fascination, I finally agreed, and watched as my giggling monster swung his other leg over the railing and then proceeded to shin down the bars until he plopped with a thud onto his diapered bottom. Happy coos and proud chattering followed him all the way to our feet as he crawled up to us with the biggest cheesiest grin I'd ever seen.
And that's when it happened... My hubby and I realized we were in trouble and our life had truly been interrupted.