She’s at that point.
You mom’s know the one.
They’re strong enough phsycially to sit up for short stretches by themselves….
And they’re mature enough mentally to realize that they could be going places….
But they lack the physcial ability yet to actually GO anywhere by THEMSELVES….
And that makes for one FRUSTRATED little person.
I’m telling you. She knows she could go places. She wants to do things. And she just can’t yet. Crawling isn’t close. She won’t stay on her stomach long enough to figure it out. Not that I’m concerned about that. I crawled once as a baby, got stuck, and never did it again. (That in itself is extremely telling about my general personality.)
The thing is, she gets so upset. We play in the exersaucer. It’s this new froggy jumping one, that’s designed for her to be able to jump in. And jumping today she did. Jump jump jump.
After awhile, that doesn’t cut it anymore. And so we move onto sitting play practice on the floor. We sit together, she plays with the toys and practices her core balancing. We talk, we giggle, she slowly flops to the side and I sit her back up.
That’s fun for awhile. Then she decides maybe she wants one of the toys I’ve strategically placed at the other end of the blanket. Maybe she’ll belly-flop forward trying to reach it. There’s a little bit of leg swimming action, until she realizes “Hey, I’m on my stomach! I don’t like this!” Over onto her back she rolls….often times loosing interest in the toy.
After some time sitting and/or flopping onto her back….she’s done. I’m supposed to pick her up and figure out what she wants. Um. Ok.
Earlier this afternoon, the frustration and exhaustion got to her, and what she wanted was for me to stand in the middle of the livingroom and hold her while she watched Sesame Street. STAND….not SIT. Oh no…Not Sit. As much of a Sesame Street fan as I am…no, this wasn’t happening.
Sigh. Her frustration is getting to me. I’d like to just help[ her to become mobile already. And yet, I know darn well once she does, nothing in this house…including the cats…will ever be safe from her again. That’ll be a whole other can of worms. No, she’ll figure this out eventually.
