2 July 2012
Two parenting truisms have most notably proven themselves over the past couple of months: that a) children’s development can be disarmingly non-linear, so it is normal (if frustrating) for them to, say, roll over, then completely lose interest in repeating that feat for another couple of months; and b) that everything evens itself out at some point, so when your dedicated 35-minute-napper gets too grossly overtired he will eventually randomly conk out for three hours in the middle of an afternoon, leaving you thrilled but also kind of wishing that you could have gotten some sort of forewarning, because you totally could have used that time to watch a movie.
My mom was visiting last week while Pete was out of town at a conference, and Theo was pretty tired and fussy the entire time. She, in the classical grandparental mold, thinks that he’s wonderful no matter what, but most of our activities were accompanied by a rising and falling soundtrack of whines and grunts of general malaise.
Fast forward to the night before she left, when I realized that Theo’s been so tired because he’s been up for half the night wiggling and kicking and twisting his way in circles around his crib, despite the boot-like hobbling of his triple-padded nighttime diaper. Another day after that, and he simultaneously mastered rolling in both directions, sitting up for short periods without support, some sort of extra dexterity that allows him to grapple with a half-full 32-ounce Nalgene bottle, and earsplitting screeches of joy at the sheer thrill of it all.
Yup, it all evens itself out at the end.