Posts tagged feet
I’ve noticed that the older Nathan gets, the harder it is to change his diaper. When he was a newborn, he laid still… making diaper changes easy. I had no idea what was in store for me. Now, his legs are all over the place. If he’s not attempting to completely consume his entire foot, he’s wrapping his toes around my hair and trying to yank even more of it out of my already balding scalp. (My hair has to stay in a ponytail at all times… if his hands aren’t grasping for it, then it’s the feet I have to look out for.) He flops around, rolling from one side to the other with his fists up in the air. Then, once I successfully remove the soiled diaper, he clamps his legs shut, crossing them at the ankles and preventing me from getting a new diaper on him. Sometimes I just have to stop and stand back, waiting for him to tire out just so I can finish changing his diaper.
Of course, Nathan thinks all this is very, very funny. Me, not so much.
There has been a new discovery around here. Nathan has discovered he has not one arm, not two, not even three… but four arms: his legs. He uses his legs and feet in conjunction with his hands for everything. He uses these newfound arms to assist him in everything from playing with the ball on his playgym to rubbing my face when I get too close. He’s like a human monkey… always using his feet to help him with daily activities.
He has also begun to self cannibalize. He heartily attempts to consume his own flesh by gnawing incessantly on these new arms. I keep telling him it’s not wise to eat yourself, but he doesn’t listen. He just laughs merrily and continues consuming his fleshy dinner, leaving trails of slobber in his wake.
My little guy is quite entertaining- there is never a dull moment with him around. He keeps me smiling, laughing, and wondering if perhaps I should start self-cannibalizing as well…
My little guy has scissor legs. When he’s happy or excited about something, he will pump the air with his legs in a combination bicycle/scissor motion while chortling contentedly, usually with his index and middle finger of his right hand in his mouth. He does this after diaper changes, during nursing sessions, while watching Blue’s Clues, and any other time that provokes feelings of happiness. Sometimes when he’s Scissor Legging in his bouncy seat, he’ll inadvertently thump his legs down with a force tremendous enough to shake the floor. I marvel at his flexibility. He nonchalantly plants his feet on his face, making him look like a master contortionist and providing his mommy and daddy with endless hours of amusement. There is no such thing as boredom in this house.