The baby burrito will be 6 months next week and I’m kind of starting to remember that he should be starting to do things now. Like moving a little, kvetching a little, grabbing a little, you know, milestone-ing a little.
I freaking hate milestones.
But I can’t help paying attention to them.
So maybe my baby isn’t rolling over yet. Or eating baby food. I mean, the dude’s still enamored with his activity mat. One of my friends even said the other day, “he’s NOT sitting up yet?”
No, ‘fraid not.
My other friend said that someone told her her 18-month old should have 50 words by now. Where do people come up with these things?
When I was pregnant, at least the second third time around, I canceled my subscription to those Babycenter updates. Now your baby is as big as a kumquat! At first, the novelty that my young being had sprouted fingernails excited me, but after I experienced the joy of the firstborn’s sprouting of hair in the womb, I kind of stopped caring if the little guy’s skin was still translucent.
Truth is, all the kids do things differently and that’s what I keep reminding myself. It’s hard not to constantly compare my two kids, both boys. By now, the older one was eating baby food, rolled over and playing Mozart on the grand piano.
Baby burrito is content just flopping around on the floor, watching his big bro and scooting around the crib on his back. He’s smiley, happy, guzzles a bottle like a champ and is, well, happy. Some of us (and I’m known to check in once in awhile) will continue to check on their kid’s progress via books, friends, websites, and doctors.
But I’m just going to try to sit back, relax, and enjoy my munchkin because mostly, I’m pretty sure he’ll catch up eventually on his own terms.