G's been walking for about a month now, and with the walking has come a sense of fearlessness that has instilled fear in my very being. He was climbing on the couch today and took a tumble, smacking his face on the coffee table. Of course, this was the one moment that I was putting on my shoes and I happened to not be within close enough distance to catch him.
He's fine, probably going to have a nice black and blue mark on his face, but it shook me up something awful. I haven't been able to get back into the swing of things all day. I know falls are part of growing up, but it doesn't make it any easier.
Also a part of growing up? Disobedience. See the aforementioned climbing on the couch. This kid loves to climb, and nothing I nor my hubby does can stop him. I've done the whole "get down to his level, and say no in a firm voice" thing, but he just laughs. I've also removed him from the couch and distracted him with other things, but this only lasts for a short while. I'm really struggling with how to discipline my child at this phase. I'm thinking today's fall may curb the climbing on the couch though.
And, I'm trying for a second kid? Really? Glutton for punishment. Going the mother nature route at least until the fall. I'm sure I'll be going back to the clinic by then, but figured we'd give it the ol' college try, just in case there's a good egg in there somewhere.
As for me, the employment situation is improving. I'm doing some work for a friend right now, but the money's not nearly as good. I was holding out for a full time position with a friend's company and passed up a lot of opportunities for it. Of course, it fell through. Note to self: don't count on friends for jobs in the future. It sucks how complicated finding a job becomes once you have a kid. "Having it all" has become a myth, but I'm ok with it.