Freedom in the Hills of New Hampshire

It’s a chilly, rainy May morning here in New Hampshire, one that provides no motivation for me to do anything other than sit on the couch and waste time on the internet while my husband and baby sleep. Haakon woke up around 6 am this morning, despite going to bed at 9 and, despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise, really wanted to be up. So we got up. And he fell back asleep before 7. Then he woke up a little after I laid him back down in bed, and then fell asleep again and is currently laying next to me on the couch. If it weren’t for that, I would be laying down sleeping, too.

He’s a funny little guy, really. He is absolutely determined to explore everything and be a part of whatever Lasse and I are doing. He loves to be in the sling while I’m working in the kitchen, preferably carried on my hip so he can see everything I’m doing and lend a helping hand, when necessary. And it’s always necessary, as far as he’s concerned, which means I really can’t hold him while I’m cooking. He likes to touch raw meat, he likes to touch the pans (fortunately, thus far they’ve never been hot) and he loves to help clean out the dishwasher, regardless of whether the dishes are clean or not. It’s amusing to watch him. He knows I do stuff in the kitchen and he knows it’s vaguely similar to what he’s doing, but he hasn’t quite grasped the fact that the things I do rarely end with “…and put it in your mouth.”

Using the laptop has become dangerous around him. He has decided that my laptop is the coolest thing in existance and he likes nothing more than to pull the wires out of it, knock it over and grab at the keys. Thus far, he has pulled off the backspace key and the 1 key. My husband put them back in, but the backspace key is irreparable. I know have to delete instead of go back. I’m also trying to avoid using the laptop in front of him as it just provides too much temptation.

The plants are mostly out of reach now on the balcony, so our ever fun game of “how close can I get to the plants before Mommy pulls me away?” has ended its season with the answer “close enough to pull out a few plants if I’m super sneaky and go towards them while mommy’s distracted, with a minimal amount of excited baby squeals.” Any time I was watching, he would start crawling towards them, I would ask him here he was going, he would pause, look at me, grin and start baby speed-crawling towards them. I’d say  “ei!” which is Finnish for no and he’d pause, look at me again and I’d move him away. This would continue until he got frustrated and realized he just wasn’t going to be eating the plants today.

Walking is his current frustration. He started pulling himself up when he was 6 months old, started crawling right at 7 months and then started cruising shortly thereafter. He has learned to go from the coffee table to the couch using a quick turn and reach. He stands alone for a few seconds before falling over. Falling over has been a painful thing for him. After landing on something bumpy and uncomfortable, he’s learned to look before he sits down and then backs down as slowly as he can before gravity takes over. Unfortunately, he has not learned that head first is not a recommended method of getting down from couches, beds, and other elevated objects. I’m sure he will eventually, though.

He has learned to climb onto the futon by himself, using the printer as a step. He’s only done it once and I missed it, but Lasse called me in to witness the proud baby sitting ontop the futon with a grin on his face. Success! The coffee table is next in his list of mountains to climb. A box sitting right next to it is the desired platform and if it were upside down would almost certainly provide enough support to get him where he wants to go. But, alas, it’s open-side up and all that happens is he gets stuck in the box and I have to free him. He’s working on this problem, however, and I’m sure he’ll find an adequate solution, or find something easier to scale.

Now that  it’s warmer out, Haakon has been introduced to the great outdoors and discovered that it’s delicious. He makes more expressions of disgust eating real food than he does when he puts woodchips, gravel, grass or pine needles in his mouth. Fortunately, he spits most of these items out and the ones he doesn’t I sweep out of his mouth for him, officially making me Party Pooper Mommy. I’m sure he thanks me when he isn’t pooping out woodchips. But being outside is a joy and as soon as we exit the apartment, makes baby gasps of joy and excitement and jumps up and down in the sling. Can you imagine how much more fun the world would be if everyone maintained such an open display of joy? He gets overwhelmed with joy–and sadness–by the tiniest of things. Swinging is a delight, especially when he sees others swinging. Sliding he isn’t so sure about. But being outside—absolutely.

It’s fun to watch him learn and discover. I’m so glad I get to be around to see it (except at 6am when he pops his head up, sits up, meets my eye, grins, and then pulls himself up using the headboard so he can look out the window and assess the new day. Then I contemplate baby sleeping pills.)