I had heard from other moms that the one benefit to a sick toddle is that they will snuggle. Unfortunately Theo, at his most ill could do nothing but writhe around with fever and scream. It wasn’t a pretty week.
But he is finally on the mend. Today when he woke up from his nap early, I nursed him back to sleep. Instead of transferring him to his swing, I decided to snuggle him. He is so rarely still in my arms, I couldn’t resist.
In his waking life, he’s crawling fast, pulling up, and taking a few cautious steps holding on to furniture. His preferred activity is now standing at the glass coffee table. Since he’s grown up with that and the killer brick area by the woodstove, his injuries are impressively few. It’s caked in tiny yogurty finger prints.
The crib transfer went well. One day he refused to sleep at all–moving swing or no. So we were like, fine dude. Here’s a crib. Without that, I would still be dithering.