I wake up every morning to the sound of my 14-month old son Noah chit-chatting to himself over the baby monitor. He usually chats himself up for a good five minutes before he starts calling out for Momma.
But the other morning... things got out of hand.
Instead of just lying quietly until I got my cue, I shouted across the hall: "Good morning baby, I'll be right there!"
Well apparently that was enough to get my little guy so excited, that he figured out a way to mount himself on the crib bumper, then flip himself over the side railing.
I walked into his room just as he was landing head first on the carpeted floor. It actually looked like he bounced.
I was mortified.
I cried out "Noah!!" as I ran to him and scooped his up. He cried for a few seconds, then moved on. He started babbling about something else. Probably breakfast. Boy hates it when his meals are late.
But I have not moved on. I am thoroughly traumatized. Seeing my kid catapult himself over the side of his crib just about landed me in therapy.
You know... boys are different.
My precious daughter Ashley has never given me a moment's heartache.
As a baby, I could tell she was considering breaking out of the crib on occasion, but she never went through with it. Never had the guts.
And temper tantrums --- let me tell you, Noah behaved like a skank at Woodman's in Oak Creek last week.
He was tired, and had a complete meltdown in the store: Hands flying, crying at the top of his lungs... Ashley and I scooped him up and flew out of there as fast as we could. (Of course, not before someone recognized me and asked if I was the woman from Channel 4.)
That was my fault. I was on borrowed time with him, and pushed him to the limit. But again, I'm used to my sweet Ashley's temperment: When she was tired, she would close her eyes and go to sleep no matter where she was. She never, ever showed out. Ever.
But my boy is different, as I understand most boys are.
He's rambunctious... and loud... and messy... and eats dirt out of my house plants... and climbs... and jumps... and runs so fast my husband has visions of training camp dancing in his head.
And I wouldn't change a hair on my precious Noah's head. When he smiles at me, my heart just melts.
Taylor and I have removed the bumpers, and lowered the mattress in Noah's crib. Our soft and sweet girl-centric world has been altered.
But man... it is so much fun having a boy!
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