Roamer

The baby has grown so much and so fast the last month. He’s gone from jumping and rolling to crawling everywhere he wants. At times he struggles to wiggle right out of my arms or off my lap because he wants to get on the floor. A joke at home is, that nothing is safe. He’s after the Blue Rays, the shoes, our poor little dog Marf too. When he gets after the dog, Marf just lays there with the saddest look on his face. A new phrase that our dog hears is, “run away Marf! He’s coming run!” So then that pitiful puppy goes from end to end of the house trying to find a place to relax that the baby won’t find him. Big brother is very attentive when the baby fusses or hollers and according to him any sound that the baby makes that isn’t a coo or laugh is considered an emergency and he quickly jumps into action picking the baby up or talking to him. Little brother takes a much more active approach to the baby. If the baby makes a not happy sound first he alerts us with, “the baby isn’t happy!” Followed by him dancing or flipping about to make the baby laugh. Between those two the baby rarely gets time to be upset. I’ll never forget a few weeks ago the baby cried while we were in the car and this sounded like he was in pain. He screamed and his whole face turned red. His brother unable to cheer up burst into tears themselves. I did my best to console them while simultaneous fixing the baby’s dilemma. That was moment when I realized just how protective they are over him. The first time they couldn’t cheer up they just fell to pieces. I had to explain to them there will be times that the baby might be wet and cry while we are in line at customs and we will all just have to endure it. Or when he begins to walk he will fall or bump his head and cry. They said they would never let him fall or get hurt. I didn’t try to argue that kids are kids with them. I expect that when that day comes they will again fall apart like the day in the car. For now the baby is content to army crawl everywhere or over his brother’s. He still jumps and loves to stand in his saucer. I imagine it’s time for a walker now but I’m in no rush. He’s seven months old now and I feel like I never want him to grow any older. It’s cute to see him as this determined little roamer.