Darren has been officially crawling for about three weeks now. I am a proud mama, exasperated at times, but definitely proud. His daddy is proud too, but I think he is too the point where he wants to pull his fro out.
It probably doesn’t help that he is feeling “under the weather.” (aka sick as a dog). And when you are “under the weather” keeping a close eye on a crawler is not the easiest task.
But I couldn’t help but chuckle at the phone call I got after work.
First, I need to explain that I do most the calling after work. The hubby never really calls me, unless it is his day off. Which means he has spent the last ten hours in a chasing, playing, teasing, cuddling, napping, feeding, changing mind battle with Darren.
That is on a good day.
When he’s not sick (I mean under the weather).
Adding a major head cold into the mix can make the situation more desperate.
“So how are you feeling?” Me, the concerned wife.
“Uuh. Not too hot.” The under the weather hubby.
“How’s Darren been for you today.”
“Hey! Darren! No.” (pause) “Don’t make me put you back in the play pen.”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh.” Darren protesting.
“Oh, you said mischievous.” Me, trying not to laugh too hard. “I get it.”
“So I am going to stop by the store and pick up WIC.” I continue.
“NO!” Come home. I need you here.” The hubby, desperately ready for a daddy break.
While it is funny, I can understand.
Even when he wasn’t crawling Darren would find a way of getting into things he wasn’t supposed too. The mail, his own socks, the diaper bag; he made it happen. Now it’s the TV remote, the wipes, the drawer holding our DVDs, and anything else you could possibly think of. Where before we had to be two steps ahead of his latest shenanigans, now we have to be ten yards ahead our little rug rat. The hubby to his credit can deal. His sense of humor and amusement at Darren’s latest antics keep him on weary, but cheerful alert.
His son is so much like him, he can’t really get mad.
The other day as we were out shopping and I made a comment that now Darren was crawling made me excited for when he would learn how to walk.
The look on the hubby’s told me he thought I was insane.
“No babe. I am not even use to him crawling yet.”
His parental exasperation is so apparent, I felt a tiny bit sorry for him.