Gwen stood up and just like that, everything got harder. I'm not exaggerating when I say she tears this room apart. I know she is little, but she finds a way. She already prefers things she's not supposed to have. I am hoping this isn't a lasting quality or she'll be in for a lot of heartache. I feel bad when I try to divert her attention away from me when she comes begging for some interaction. Am I supposed to interact with her all day long? She's cute and I want to but it's tough! It's also hard to spend my day on the floor pulling her off of things that are going to hurt her over and over again while she wags her tongue and kicks her feet so obliviously. Except of course she's oblivious, and I want her to stay that way. I don't like being frustrated that she is so curious and adventurous and strong because these are all very good things. But spending my life within a protective arm's length of the sweet little darling, I'm feeling a little claustrophobic. If I walk by, she literally tries to grab on to my pants and climb up my leg, while I'm walking. There's no one I'd rather hang out with but come on, Gwen. Another example, I just put her down for a nap but when her whimpers turned to a scream, I went in to find her standing straight up in her crib, clenching the rails with a terrified look because she didn't know how to get back down. It was sad. It's like we can't win. But also like we can't lose? Because in 20-60 minutes she'll wake up, make some coos, then there's a cuddle and some happy bouncing and it's a fresh slate. And that's what we do all day long. Exhausting but also pretty incredible.
p.s. is it unrealistic to expect Spring to cure all of this?
p.p.s. It's okay to roll your eyes at my idea of a hard life