The Baby is trying to show me up. This week it would appear that the baby wants me to look like a parenting failure. He is definitely, delibrately, trying to make me look like a bad parent. He spies little old ladies in the distance and delights in making them tut in despair when they see me pushing him around in the pram in the glorious British summertime. Which right now, is less glorious and more autumnal. [Read – COLD]
Today I’m talking about the sock issue. The ultimate parenting failure. Sock Wars Ltd.
With the high winds and brisk weather we’ve been experiencing I’m the mum walking around with her baby’s bare toes showing. Poking out from under the blanket I’m (vaguely attempting) to cover him with. Sticking out from the rain cover. Don’t even get me started on the fact that the poor thing didn’t have a coat until yesterday morning when my Next delivery arrived. I wasn’t quite expecting this weather in June, and our Dubai wardrobe hasn’t been cutting it…..but that’s a whole other story.
Back to socks, lack of and my ultimate in parenting failure (this week at least, I mean we all have bad days right?!)
I have estimated that he will keep them on for approximately 37 seconds before he reaches down and pulls them off.
Part of me is secretly proud, he looks so pleased with himself when he achieves his goal, cooing over an ordinary sock. Holding it out to me for inspection. Then (and this is the kick in the teeth) holding his foot out so I can put it back on. The cycle does continue. The old ladies still shoot me daggers at his tiny bare toes, because they do end up bare. Let’s face it, when I’m walking with the pram and having to stop every 10metres to put the socks back on, with the Big One already lagging behind, I’m only going to play the game so many times. Maybe once. Before giving up and letting those tiny, chubby toes freeze.
Maybe I should wave the offensive socks in the direction of anyone I see. Maybe I should shout about the fact that the Baby won’t keep them on. Maybe I should make a banner saying I’ve tried but he just won’t wear socks.
And I have tried.
I tried tucking his trousers into them.
I tried a pair of his brothers bigger socks pulled up to basically his thighs (FYI not a good look on a baby).
I’ve tried TWO pairs of socks.
I’ve tried distracting with his brothers, normally forbidden, toys.
I tried him wearing shoes, but you know, he is a little houdini and pulls the velcro on them until he can yank them off too!
I am yet to try tights, as you know, it’s JUNE there shouldn’t be any need for tights under trousers. But we shall see as it appears to be a bit up and down which I suppose is another rant in itself but *secretly* I was very glad to see rain….
I digress. Then I did as all bloggers do and took to Facebook.
Apparently I am not alone in this. My next step is to try what everyone has recommended and get myself some sock ons. Though with my little houdini I’m not holding my breath.
Still, watch this space. The baby has won this battle, but maybe I’ll win the war.