I know most people refer to a babymoon in the more traditional manner:
However, for my intent and purposes, I am referring to it as the period where my baby is a baby, a non-mobile baby. In other words, not toddling and moving around and exploring all nooks and crannies. I thoroughly enjoy the baby phase where your little one can sit comfortably and play and stay in one place.
But I know those days pass in the blink of an eye.
And those days for me are now over.
My sweet little Ari has turned over a new leaf. He is no longer a tiny newborn.
Instead he has become a master at getting around.
He is not quite yet crawling, but he will scoot around army style, albeit slowly. He will roll all over tarnation. And just today he learned how to push himself up to a sitting position from his tummy.
The baby gate is now up. The plug outlets are covered. His crib side has been raised. The kids have all been warned to keep their belongings up off the floor if they don’t want things ruined by pudgy little baby fingers and baby slobber. They have also been advised to make sure crayons, colored pencils, craisins and other contraband items are constantly picked up.
I am now ready, as ready as I can be, to watch my little guy take his freedom and exploration skills to a whole new level. Let the games begin .
[And hopefully Ari's games still include napping and not just sitting up in his crib and getting mad that he is no longer laying down.]