I have a wild child.
I never realized how truly "busy" Noah is until our little gym class today. The instructor even commented "wow you have your hands full". Hmmm.... maybe this explains the constant yawning and need for bedtime at 6 pm? (I am referring to me, not Noah).
There is one other 15 month old in our class. I couldn't stop comparing Noah to him. Yes, the comparing and worrying and obsessing is a curse. He was equally as "busy" as Noah, babbled mostly with few recognizable words just like Noah. Albeit he didn't freak out like Noah did when the bubbles were put away (but hey, the boy likes him some bubbles! ). The one major difference was size. Noah is a shrimp. I knew he was a peanut, but didn't realize he was that small. Seriously he is tiny! I hope he doesn't have short man complex as an adult.
So what did this over anxious, slightly paranoid, very tired mama conclude after our little gym class this morning? That Noah is diagnosed as a wild peanut. Eureka!
3 comments:
He may be wild but he is the cutest little boy:) Glad you had fun at class. Sean is 3 and I still compare him to others, I think I will always will probably or for awhile at least.
That vintage shot of Noah is delicious!
Lots of kids at that age are "wild," some more than others. Just say he has a big personality!
We're all so different, aren't we! My son is a firecracker, too. Even when I was pregnant he would just move, move, move inside me. When he was around 4-6 months old, we used to joke that he'd make a nice electricity source - we could just plug his feet and arms into a generator :o) He was never one to sit still and observe. Never, ever. I gather Noah is the same!
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