Last night Connor was sitting in his Bumbo seat on the kitchen counter watching me as I went through my nightly routine of cleaning my pump and readying his bottles for the next day. I was singing and dancing around trying, unsuccessfully as it were, to keep him entertained. I am not as amusing to him as I was a mere 2 months ago. It probably won't be long until I am no longer cool either.
When I didn't respond immediately to his squawks of frustration, he began to arch his back attempting to get out of the seat. They put a warning on those seats about not using them on elevated surfaces for a reason. He's 5 months old now, not too young to learn when he is doing something wrong so I looked him directly in the eyes and gave him my firmest "NO!" His response? He laughed. He thought my hard mommy voice was hilarious. It didn't take long for him to realize that the back arching would elicit the Mommy No from me, and every time I said it he laughed even harder. Baby giggles are infectious. You know this. I know this...and I SHOULD have been able to resist them, but it wasn't long until I was laughing too. I finally gave up and took him out of his Bumbo seat before he launched himself into the floor in a fit of mirth at me actually attempting to do the parent thing.
For the record, that's Connor: 1 / Mommy: 0
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