Liam is displaying a bit of only child syndrome, I think. Of course, with the first baby there’s no escaping that I suppose. You know what I mean, though, don’t you?
We went to visit my in-laws on Cape Cod a couple weeks ago. We all stay in one house, so Liam got to be around his three cousins who are 3, 4, and 10. Naturally, a lot of commotion ensues. They want to play indoors, outdoors, need a snack, high-pitched voices are yelling from one end of the house to the other even when having a conversation with the person next to them. A great delight is also the fact that you can throw items from the loft upstairs into the living room downstairs. Bonus points if that item happens to hit the ceiling fan and propel itself into the living room at a much more impressive speed. And-oh Lord-the front door has no resistance to it at all and slams with a house-shuddering blow no matter how gently you try to ease it shut. However, if you’re 3 why would you bother trying to shut a door quietly when it practically begs to be slammed?
Do NOT get me wrong…I in NO way expect anything different from my niece and nephews! It was the level of excitment that I would expect from children of those ages. Liam, spoiled only child that he is (by default) is not as accepting.
Wow, the pout that one can pull. I NEED to capture it on film! He has even started pouting sometimes if I speak while he’s nursing! Psshhawww…as if. Poor baby wants his quiet room with a sound machine humming in the background while he munches contentedly. Maybe he doesn’t want to associate my chatter with his food source. Maybe it’s like knowing exactly where your meat came from and how it came to be on your plate.
Or maybe he’s just a spoiled little (adorable) baby.
Either way, it took a solid week to recouperate from our vacation. He got into the bad habit of being unable to unwind from all of the stimulus until 10-11 o’clock at night. Mama needs an earlier bedtime….for herself!