My favorite piece of parenting advice for expectant mothers is this: Enjoy whatever stage they are in because they grow out of it so quickly. And if they are in an annoying stage just know that it won’t last forever because they grow out of it so quickly.
Up until now, I’ve been in the “enjoyment” part of the advice. I enjoy the Little Miss’s every screech. I love her little gummy smile. I thrill at her efforts get around herself.
But now. Now. *Sigh* Can we just skip a few months here? Past the part where she can’t stand to not be touching me? Past the stage where she gains solace in pinching my neck? Past the part where I can’t even put her down because . . . she honestly won’t let me? And while we’re at it, let’s get to the part where she’ll sleep for a couple of hours at a time. I’d appreciate two long, predictable naps a day. None of this 30 minutes here, 30 minutes there, then cry and cry and cry from exhaustion.
So after a week or so of being pinched and grabbed and cried at, of putting her down for naps every few hours, of nursing and spoon-feeding, I’m gaining my own solace in this: it won’t be too long before teeth break through. And she’ll be saying real words before we know it. First steps are a couple of months away. And I’ll only have to endure the pinching for a few weeks. Hardly any time at all. She’s going to grow out of this so quickly.