Friday, February 27, 2009
I think he's permanently attached himself to me. He always wants to be held--but only by Mommy. Housework and sewing have fallen by the wayside as we spend nearly every waking moment together, playing, sleeping, eating. Even at mealtimes, he needs to be in my lap. For the past week or so he's only gone to sleep lying in (our) bed with my arms around him. I can't listen to him whack his head on the wall and scream, "want mommy, want to sleep with mommy," all night. I realize that he'll eventually fall asleep if I let him cry it out, but it hurts my heart to do so.
But of course the good always outweighs the bad. And we keep moving on, hoping that he will outgrow this stage soon, always reminding ourselves how much we love this little person. And we look at pictures of him to remember how much our lives have changed--in the best possible way--because of this little human. Of course, the cheeseball face helps.