7/27/12

The Incredible Amazing Boxing Baby!


Slap, kick, pinch, punch, eye gouge, fish hook, palm to the clavicle, mighty tug on the hair, head-butt strong and swift. This is my life with baby boxer. Ten months of pregnancy, six months of nursing, and I’ve grown a brut of a baby. It is pure insanity! This baby has no time for anything but exploring this big world. Anyone who stands in his way of breaking free, is gonna be sorry.

It is actually really frustrating. My son is no longer a happy lap baby. He is a lean mean wiggle machine.  A baby with an agenda- GET TO THE JUMPAROO! Once in the jumparoo exer-saucer, he is full of smiles and things to do.  Every once in a while he stops to make sure I’m paying attention. If not, I get the fake fuss until I take notice of his busy baby boy booty. 

How is it that he’s ready to give up momma boy status?  It’s not fair. I need a sweet baby cuddle. Instead, I get the sour baby beat down! When I go to get him out of his jumparoo I get the stink eye. Once I he is out, he fusses, pushes away from me and looks down lovingly at his jumpy, just like he used to look at me. Sniff sniff…

During the day nursing is a nusance to Ollie. He eats just what he needs to not feel hungry anymore, and then starts boxing all over again.  Nothing is more frustrating than trying to nurse a half full preoccupied baby.  Once he's eaten the bare minimum, he clamps down on me and starts looking around. When I can stretch no more, he releases his death grip and starts pushing at my chest and throat. This is his signal that he is ready to get up and get back to his exploration of the world.  

I know it may be hard to believe, but it gets worse. Yes, worse! By mid day my body and feelings have been completely beaten down by baby boxer. Lo and behold,  its time for the dreaded naptime… Oh, I cannot even talk about it! Yep, you guessed it, back into the boxing ring we go. This baby is WAY to busy for naps, and he loves nothing more than trying to prove it!  I bounce, he boxes. Eventually I dodge enough blows to get him to fall asleep.  

What’s happened to my baby?  Will I ever get a cuddle again? Will he ever find mommy as fascinating as his toys again? I love my little brut of a boxing baby boy… However, I wonder if a girl might still be cooing in mommy’s lap? Not trying to trample on it!


 Oh well, at least in the wee hours of morning when I nurse him half asleep, he lets my hold tight and cuddle him as long as I want. I suppose I am just getting an early glimpse into the reality of having boys… NO, SCREW THAT! What am I saying? My baby is not even six months old. I will just have to get crafty about catching him off guard for my cuddles. 


Two confused parents=One amused baby Hopelessly we are trying raise a baby who is clearly smarter than both of us. In addition to being the founder of First Time Mom and Dad, April is an award-winning published writer. Her work has been published in over ten countries and four languages. From books to newspapers, to print/online magazines and everything in between, you can find her work. For more on April, Visit AprilMcCormick.com

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