The Seventh Month Itch

Apparently there comes a time in a marriage where 7 years down the road, one or the other is just simply growing tired and weary of a monogamous relationship. Psychologists have named this The Seventh Year Itch. This was comically portrayed in a movie of the same name starring Marilyn Monroe in all her buxom blonde glory. If the movie is anything close to reality, I guess I have 6 years to practice my skills for an a** whooping if some Marilyn comes Jordan's way. But this post isn't about us, it's about Shadow.

Now, I'm still new at this mother thing, but I have discovered that there is a certain time in a baby's new life where they are just simply unsatisfied with being a baby. Blowing spit bubbles, playing with plastic keys and having a limited menu consisting of formula and baby food just isn't cutting it anymore. So, I think I could appropriately name this as "The Seventh Month Itch."

I can see it in his little face everyday. Shadow would rather say hi mommy than "ahhh". He would rather have chicken then pureed bananas. He would rather get up and walk into the kitchen than crawl there and he would rather play basketball for the Kansas Jayhawks than push a little ball around on the floor. (OK that last one is mine.) But seriously, he is just over being a little baby and I'm not sure what I can do to help him get over this "itch."

If only I could convince him that being 8 months old is going to be so much cooler than being 7 months old. If only he could understand me when I say "be patient little one." But since he is still a baby, he doesn't. And I think that is OK. After all, if I had my choice, he would be 7 months old a lot longer than he would like to be.