Our little man is coming up on 8 months of age, and I've been sighing as I do the "compare your child with other children his age" checklist. Sitting? Kind of. Crawling? Not even close. Scooting? In a distinctive Sam fashion. The two things he excels at are eating and vomiting. I tell you, I can not keep this kid full. He would eat all day if I would let him. And then he strategically barfs an orange streak down my back, getting shirt, pants, and floor. I think if Sam could talk, he would easily explain why he's a little slow on the development curve:
"Well, Mom, for me to learn to crawl and all that, you've got to put me on my tummy more than once every couple of days."
"Sam, every time I do, you vomit out everything in your stomach, lay your head in it, and then cry because you're hungry again. I'm not a glutton for punishment."
"Point taken. You may have also noticed that I am... well padded. I am a most attractively plump baby, but it can be difficult to move all that bulk around. I mean, have you seen the rolls on my legs? Adults this blessed qualify for little carts."
"If you would exert yourself, your fat would turn into muscle and you could get around just fine."
"So... that brings me to my last reason. I like the sweet life. Kicking on the floor, having everyone pick me up and bring me my toys... Why would I want to sit up when I could lean back on you? Why strain to push my body off the ground when I could rest my head peacefully? I'm happy to be lazy, Mom. Stop trying to change me."
2 comments:
There are few things more disgusting than the orange spit up. Blegh!
I think he is smart! He is working the "system" perfectly. He may not be physical, but those brain cells are developing well! I love Sam any way I can get him! How can you resist those cute chubby cheek smiles? You can't...
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