Oliver started with a cold this weekend and coupled with the giant boulders he’s cutting, he’s been quite crabby at times. The thing with him, though, is that even though he’s a right stinker when he’s in a pissy mood, he’s so bloody cute that it’s hard not to want to fold him up in your arms and smother him with slobbery kisses, even after he’s walked up to you and spontaneously punched the mug you were cradling, knocking coffee all over you.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve noticed a big difference in Oliver, and I think part of it has to do with the fact that I have changed the way I react to him. I’ve tried to stop hovering over him and shadowing his every move in order to prevent him from hurting himself or making a catastrophic mess.
I realized that even though our house is sold and doesn’t need to be sparkling clean at all times I was still walking around with the don’t make a mess! mentality in full force, which made life pretty miserable for him at times. It hit me that he’s less baby and more boy now and that he deserves a bit of freedom, a bit of trust from me. I realized that I had to let go a little bit, loosen the reigns, I guess, and give him the benefit of the doubt more. More