Today is the first day I've been alone with Q in nearly a month. It feels a little weird.
Just over three weeks ago M left on an extended business trip. I took the opportunity to head east to see my family, giving my parents the ability to spend a nice chunk of time with Q while also sparing myself the challenge of being a single mom for longer than I thought I could handle.
We had an amazing, busy time. Pretty much every day we had a visit from aunts or uncles or cousins or friends. Q showed no signs of shyness and flashed everyone his huge (no longer toothless!) smile, although he saved the biggest ones for my 6-year old niece (his only cousin). She absolutely doted on him, insisting that she be allowed to help feed and bathe him in addition to spending tons of time just playing with him on the floor or in his exersaucer. They even went Trick or Treating together on Halloween, and although I told her that any extra candy she got "for the baby" was technically mine, I never laid claim to it in the end.
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| Explain to me again why I'm wearing this? |
As for mama, I thoroughly enjoyed being able to hand Q off to his grandparents and have a little "me" time. I did crazy things like go to baby-free shopping or to the gym in the middle of the day, or go back to bed after giving Q his breakfast for an extra hour or two of sleep. Such tiny things, really, but a huge indulgence for someone like me who doesn't have family handy at a few moments' notice. It made me super envious of my sister, who lives about five minutes from our parents and is able to drop my niece for an hour or two if she needs to get something done or just could use some time for herself.
It also made me sort of wonder if I'm not doing Q an injustice by having him home alone with just me most of the time. Not that there's really any other option, but he made a couple of huge strides in development while we were out east and I have to wonder if it wasn't the increase in stimulation that pushed him forwards. For instance, he'd been rocking on all fours since his six month birthday, but hadn't been able to figure out how to coordinate his arms and legs to get moving. Then, on Halloween night, we returned home from Trick or Treating and my niece dumped out her bag of candy on the floor. Q (who is apparently food-motivated, much like his parents and their dog) immediately set out across the floor towards the candy pile. It took us all by such surprise that we cheered super loudly, which terrified poor Q and actually made him cry! He apparently wasn't too emotionally scarred though, and once I calmed him down he went right back at it. Within days we were chasing him around the house to stop him from getting into stuff he shouldn't. On top of the locomotion, his communication skills exploded as well. He'd started babbling with consonants a couple of days before our departure (easing a lot of my previous worry about his development in this department!), and during our visit he positively became a little chatterbox. My new favourite thing is listening to him "ba-ba-ba"-ing to himself while he crawls across the floor.
Maybe it was all just a coincidence of timing, since I know there's a huge explosion in development between 6 and 7 months, but I can't help but feel that all the excitement was a huge boost to his little brain. I've started to notice that my little man is extremely social (i.e. sitting by the airplane bathroom was his favourite, since smiling at all the people coming and going kept him endlessly entertained). Now that we're home in Toronto and it's just boring old Mom and Buddy all the time again, I really feel like I need to up my game and get him out of the house more regularly since he seems to love being around other people so much.
Anyway, here we are back at home, where at least Q's sleep is a little bit better and I don't have to deal with the temptation of my dad constantly bringing home sweets and dessert "because you're a guest". Lucky for me breastfeeding is keeping most of the weight gain at bay, but Q loves his solids so much I'm starting to think that won't last a whole lot longer.
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| I don't think you need that piece of pie, Mom. |
