Fast food server: This morning Buddy didn't want to eat much of his breakfast. As usual, he had "too many things to get into." So after trying to feed him, cleaning him up, and letting him crawl away for the second time (I allowed 15 minutes or so in between for me to get breakfast); Buddy crawled over to where his baby food is stored. On one of the shelves above the cupboard, there was a container of peas. He proceeded to try to feed himself by biting the lid and banging the container on the ground. So I said "ok" and we put his bib on and opened the peas. At this point I was beyond enforcing the rule of eating only in the highchair, so I proceeded to sit on the floor and feed him. He would take a quick bite, crawl away to some other part of the kitchen, and come back a minute later for another bite. This proceeded until he was "done" (with 1/2 the container still left) and he started his usual spitting. At least I got some more calories in him. Apparently he is concerned about gaining weight so he's devised this new system of literally eating on the run.
Pro wrestler : For a while now Buddy has started rolling when I'm trying to get a clean diaper on him. Once I get the diaper on him I usually move us to the twin bed where I try to do up his snaps & get his pants back on. He prefers to crawl to the top of the bed (aka pillow mountain) or anywhere he can try to escape the evil mom, whose goal it is to not have her son be a streaker at the age of nine months. Over the last couple weeks, John & I have realized that sometimes we have to pin him down (with his arms under our legs) in order to get him dressed. It gets a little tiring after the fourth or fifth time in a day.
So in addition to all the roles that motherhood brings each of us, you can add pro wrestler and fast food server to your resume.
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