I've Been Conned!

As my little man turned nine months old, I could only come to the conclusion that for eight months, I was the target of an elaborate scam. My sweet baby boy had been lulling me into complacency by deluding me into thinking he would always be my sweet and content child, who would not cause me a moment's worry.

Hah! Suddenly super mobile, and the facade has quickly vanished! This man has gotten into everything possible, even escaping onto our back porch and, one horrifying time, tumbling down some of our stairs.

Of course, he's still my super happy little man, ready with a smile, a wave, some claps and cheers, or just some good old-fashioned babbling whenever someone visits him or he sees one of us. This is despite the fact that he continues to fight pretty constant earaches and has for the past several days been running a 101-102 temp.

We are good friends with everyone in our pediatrician's office these days. Luckily, I love our new doc, who was so concerned at his last visit that she called personally to follow up the next day, and it was more because his normally sunny disposition was missing than because of the nasty ear infection or the spiking fever.

With a smile like that though, I have no doubt he will make it far in life.