Macks just started crawling a couple of weeks ago. He’s been trying to for so long and everything finally clicked for him. But now that he’s moving, he doesn’t stop.
When the girls started crawling, it was much more subtle. They moved a little bit and would then stop and play. They didn’t explore the apartment much, which made it incredibly easy. I’m not sure if it’s becuase we have so much more space, or because Macks just loves to be on the move, but this kid is into everything.
The second that he started crawling I drove to the store to buy as many baby proofing items that I could find. I came home, baby proofed and within minutes this kid had taken off every single corner protector on the television stand. I even went and attached it with duct tape and he still managed to take it off.
I completely understand now when I hear moms say that they burn most of their calories running after their little ones. As soon as I sit down is the same moment that Macks decides to book it to the kitchen in search of the dog bowl.
Within hours of him officially crawling, he was already finding places around the house to pull himself up. Most of the time he likes to try climbing up the walls (literally.) The situation usually ends badly because he can’t do it, but that doesn’t stop him from trying over and over again.
He succeeded at getting his first black eye on Saturday after rushing over to the refrigerator when it was open and attempting to pull himself up on the shelf. He fell and his eye bumped the shelf on the way down. For as bad as it looked, he took it like a champ and hardly cried. I was probably more hurt than he was. If it only took him a week to get a black eye, I have a feeling we will be seeing many more in our future. This kid is fearless.
For all of the ease that the girls gave me when they became mobile, Macks is paying it back tenfold. The beauty of motherhood is that with each child, the experience is always new. The second you think that you have it figured out or think you know what’s coming next, that little one throws you for a loop.
I am embracing this new stage of my little wild child. It’s made him become much more independent and he’s so happy to be able to do a little bit more on his own and join his sisters in on all of the fun. He’s keeping me on my toes, but that’s exactly where I want to be.
