Eating my words...

Immediately after writing that Caleb still didn't pull himself up on furniture, he went and discovered both the open dishwasher and the piano bench! WOW! I thought it was rough keeping up with him when he was crawling - now I've got to deal with him falling down from a standing position! (As well as the very real possibility that he could pull the piano bench down on himself. I'm still trying to work out the logistics of that. At least I can close the dishwasher door!)

It may be an irresponsible mom thing, but I let him pull the tape out of a cassette. I figured that I always loved to do that, whiy shouldn't he? I keep an eye on him when he's in the same room as it, so I figure it's pretty safe. He's TOO adorable for words with it! He's got a bunch pulled out, and he'll shake it like a pom pom in my face. Then he'll sort of wrap himself up in it and see the web it makes with his arms. I may broach a similar concept to Baby Einstein!

For the last couple of weeks, he's just been off-color. Not so much physically, though that could be a part of it, but personality-wise. He's been more cranky in the mornings when I take him to school, and even in the evenings. He's cried himself to sleep longer and longer each night, even though he'd started going down with no more than ten or fifteen minutes of fussing. I really think that moving up to the mobile nursery is rougher on him than I thought. Jodi said that she'd read that moving a kid at nine months is one of the toughest times. (Hers was in reference to changing daycares, but I think it applies.)

I don't claim to have any idea about the psychology of it, but maybe it's rough even at this age to be the low man on the totem pole. Everyone else in his class knew each other and had their own set of buddies. Plus, the next youngest kiddo is almost two months older than him, so maybe he's just feeling the difference in their development.

However, yesterday morning, he slept until after SEVEN, and was the most pleasant little guy yesterday! And this morning, we've just been chilling out, playing together and with the dogs. Maybe he's finally adjusting a little better ~ maybe he's getting better sleep, or maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill.

It's entirely possible.

We're getting ready to do the next changeover of clothes - his nine months just aren't fitting as well anymore. But I refused to put them away without seeing at least SOME of them again, so today he's wearing clothes that really are a little snug. But they're sooooo cute! Maybe I'll just bite the bullet and put them away now that I see how silly he looks. Maybe...