Baby On Bored

I personally think it's totally normal to become bored with your baby.  
It's not a matter of losing interest in him or her, it has more to do with the fact that as a SAHM you're with them 24/7 and life with an infant or toddler can get pretty monotonous pretty quickly.  


When Mackenzie was a newborn I loved to gaze into her pretty little eyes and coo with her all day long.  That lasted about three weeks, after which I wondered how long I'd have to stare at my little bundle of joy.  I thought I was a terrible mother.  I thought for sure there was something wrong with me.  Who gets bored with their own kid? Especially one that's so cute and cuddly and perfect?  
Before I knew it, though, that little snuggly newborn was beginning to develop into a vibrant infant, giggling, rolling over, and babbling.  I was relieved that we actually had something to do now that Mackenzie was a bit more mobile.  
That is, until a few months passed and I started wondering how many more moments I could spend doing tummy time and shaking a rattle.  
Alas, the days went by and just like that, my roly-poly infant blossomed into an independent and free-spirited toddler, walking, talking and playing on her own.  I was astonished, and -- quite frankly -- thankful.  
I didn't need to worry about becoming bored.  
Mackenzie was coming into her own, developing a unique and likable personality.  She was keeping me busy chasing her around the pool, helping her climb stairs, and teaching her new words and sounds by reading picture books.  
That lack of boredom has lasted all summer, and for that I am grateful.  
But I've recently found myself yearning for the days when Mackenzie and I will do art projects and color Easter eggs and bake brownies together.  
For now, it's somewhat difficult to spend all of our time attached at the hip because we really don't have much in common.  
Think about it... We have the same genes, yes.  And we are of the same blood.  
We love each other unconditionally, that's certain.  
But as I learned today after buying a pack of crayons and a giant sketch pad, Mackenzie likes to eat crayons and I like to draw with them.  I was so excited to try something new, something that the two of us could do on an overcast Friday afternoon for fun.  But in the five seconds it took me to open the Crayola box, Mackenzie managed to shove Blue Violet and Pink Carnation into her mouth.  I colored a few pages by myself while she tried to scribble on my arm.  After a couple of minutes I surrendered the crayons and returned to Mackenzie's number one interest these days: books.    
I guess I shouldn't complain.  I'd rather that my child find entertainment in page turning instead of channel surfing.  But I still long for a time when we can expand our wings and do more.  
When that time comes, I'm sure I'll soon tire of ceramic painting and LEGO building and Barbie dressing.  But never brownie baking, of that I am sure.