The boy understands the importance of timing. Three years ago Simon gave me his first real kick in utero on Mother’s Day. Two and a half years ago, he held his head up for the first time on Thanksgiving. Last year he took his first steps on Father’s Day. He called Evie “Grandma” for the first time on Christmas Eve.
The Initial Ascent
And yesterday-one day after Mother’s Day, but let’s not be too persnickety here—Simon got into his car seat all on his own. Huzzah! I knew he could do this in his grandparents’ Highlander, but our car has the seat in the middle and has a lower roof, making it more of a challenge to get in without bonking one’s head. I’ve been encouraging Simon to try for a couple of weeks, but this was no evolutionary progress.
Rejoicing at the Midway Point
Two days ago he would struggle to get into the back seat, then be immediately stymied when he looked up at the car seat. Yesterday, he was making his way into the car while I read a note school left on is backpack. Two minutes later I looked up to find Simon beaming as he settled into his seat. He knew he had done something special, and he wasn’t waiting for me to notice before the celebration began.
Success!
I won’t miss doing this task at all! I will, however, miss my pillow, which Simon took from me yesterday. Being a big boy and all, he decided he needed a real pillow during his afternoon nap and again at night, and only mine would do. He gave it back this morning, but we’ll see if the generosity sticks.
In the meantime, big boy bed or no, it’s time to go sheet shopping…..
Nice series here, Jessica. Had fun catching up on your week.