(I can call you Mum, right? I figure that now I’m crawling I’m too grown up for this Mama crap)
You’ll probably realise that since I found my hands and knees things have changed around these parts. I’m not the placid little soul I used to be. I grew up (a bit.)
Let’s take that fireplace for example. I’ve never shown any interest in it before, but now I can move I’m going to get stuck right in to that fireplace. I’m going to eat the coal, pull all the bits off, and bang my head on the hearth. Repeatedly. I’m going to do this all day, every day, over and over again.
I’m no longer going to have my nappy changed without a fight. I’m going to flip myself over and crawl away, kick my legs up high and roll around everywhere. Gone are the days that I’d just lie there peacefully and allow you to change me. Now I’m going to make you sweat. Because, why not?
I’ve also decided that I want everything I’m not allowed to have. Wires, money, potpourri. I’m going to find them and I’m going to put them straight in my mouth. I’m not fond of this “Ah Ah” nonsense you keep spouting at me whenever I touch something you don’t want me to. So I’m going to scream every time you say it.
This crawling malarkey has given me a whole new outlook on life! I’m that excited about my new found mobility that I can’t stop waking up at night just to think about where I’m going to crawl to next. So many corners to explore. So many things to see!
But then I can’t get back to sleep, so I practice my standing instead. And then I can’t quite remember how to sit down so I have to scream. I did this 7 times last night so I’m feeling pretty cranky today. Probably gonna scream at you a bit more and pull your hair until you make me feel better.
And since I’ve been roaming from room to room I’ve kind of got the feeling that we’re actually NOT the same person.
I mean, how can I be here and you be there? And just as I can crawl away from you, that means you can crawl away from me. And I don’t want you to. So I’m going to cry every time I can’t see you. And sometimes, when you’re washing up or trying to cook tea, I’m going to hold on to your leg. Maybe I’ll try and climb up it a bit. Just so you remember not to leave me. You might take this as a sign to pick me up. Don’t. I’ll only push and wriggle to go back down again. I just want to hang here, clinging to the back of your knee.
I’m going to make you really appreciate that Gin you like to pour yourself most nights! And soon you’ll be working off that Fruit & Nut I frequently see you stuffing in to your face behind the fridge door (I can see you, you know! As I hang here from your jeans pocket) Because soon I’ll be walking Mum.
And then the shit is really going to hit the fan!
Taken from my blog: www.puzzledmummy.blogspot.co.uk