Just Surviving

As the mother of a sixteen month old boy, I have found it difficult to remain sane at times much like today. Orjel and baby tylenol have become absolute necessities as Aiden begins popping out some molars. All actions brought forth by this young little one began and ended in pointing at an object and crying... not to mention some rolling on the ground and pounding his fists while kicking if he didn't get the object he desired. I seem to have it in my understanding that one shouldn't give baby all he asks for. Especially when what he's asking for is a pencil or say... a knife (Just to make my point.) So I will admit to allowing him to roll all over the carpet and throw himself around the whole house in order to perhaps try to teach him that he doesn't need to put everything he sees in his mouth.

Now although I would imagine that it sounded like I just went off on a random tangent of sorts involving crying babies... I did have a reason. Although sometimes it seems like the crying will never ever stop... it will. Sometimes you may have absolutely no idea what it is they need, but rest assured that this age flies by. Embrace them. Love them. Give them a hundred kisses. Because in the long run, they'll only have been crying for a minute and by tomorrow it'll be long forgotten. . . especially once they give you one of those four-teeth grins!