Edson’s become “mimoso”. In Spanish I guess that means something like wanting to be held, cuddled, hugged and kissed, etc. He wakes up every 20 minutes with a little whimper (sometimes more than that) and when he’s held, of course, he goes back to sleep. Oscar says he’s spoiled, but any attentive mother would not agree. Her baby is NEVER spoiled!
Well, that is MY opinion with all three of my kids. I would NEVER THINK of spoiling them. If they are crying or whimpering there must be a reason…he has a fever, he just got his shot, a mosquito bit him, his diaper needs changed, and his socks are too tight, whatever! But my best excuse is always…he’s getting a new tooth!
Well, this time it’s TRUE! He has two new teeth popping out and he’s uncomfortable. It’s cold outside (and inside for that matter). He needs warm hugs. He needs to be rocked in the rocking chair. He needs to be cuddled with warm blankets. He’s crying out “mimo, please”.
He’s at that stage where things are different. He can eat now…squash, potatoes, and bananas. He can rock back and forth on all fours and sometimes even slide around or flip back and forth to get where he wants to. He laughs, screams, and coos all day long. But…oh…that tooth! It’s hard to grow up. Think about Brandon, 14 years old and 5 inches taller than myself…even though we are “mimoso” many times. I could NEVER get him to fit in my lap on the rocking chair!
My baby’s not spoiled! But, I think I’ll have to go and hold him for a while and rock him back to sleep…it’s all because of his tooth!
Well, that is MY opinion with all three of my kids. I would NEVER THINK of spoiling them. If they are crying or whimpering there must be a reason…he has a fever, he just got his shot, a mosquito bit him, his diaper needs changed, and his socks are too tight, whatever! But my best excuse is always…he’s getting a new tooth!
Well, this time it’s TRUE! He has two new teeth popping out and he’s uncomfortable. It’s cold outside (and inside for that matter). He needs warm hugs. He needs to be rocked in the rocking chair. He needs to be cuddled with warm blankets. He’s crying out “mimo, please”.
He’s at that stage where things are different. He can eat now…squash, potatoes, and bananas. He can rock back and forth on all fours and sometimes even slide around or flip back and forth to get where he wants to. He laughs, screams, and coos all day long. But…oh…that tooth! It’s hard to grow up. Think about Brandon, 14 years old and 5 inches taller than myself…even though we are “mimoso” many times. I could NEVER get him to fit in my lap on the rocking chair!
My baby’s not spoiled! But, I think I’ll have to go and hold him for a while and rock him back to sleep…it’s all because of his tooth!
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