Sometimes it's hard to be a baby...

There are several reasons I haven’t posted much this week, the main culprit being Karl-Abraham, who seems to be growing and going through changes faster than I can keep up with the laundry (and that's one thing I’m pretty good at). Not only has he finally been getting teeth (which hurts, and affects his mood and stools), but last week he also started taking little wobbly baby steps, and he’s attempting more to manipulate objects with his hands, something that, because of his limited motor skills, often results in frustration and uncontrollable anger (he’ll scream and throw whatever he’s working on), which of course immediately requires a soothing breast or a hug and kisses from mama. Basically, when I’m not teaching the boys, taking care of the house, doing urgent editing work or other work this family and/or the world requires of me, I’m soothing my baby’s ego. What I don’t understand is how Abraham can get into so many things, and manage to do so much between frustration outburst, and I so little.