Thursday, April 19, 2012

Attachments

That phase has hit... big time. It happened early on but seemed to die down for a bit, but now it has hit as strong as ever.

The attachment phase.

It seems that the place Ian is happiest is on my hip. Generally speaking, if he is not on my hip, he has to be able to see me. If I happen to walk out of his line of vision, the whimpering goes into a full blown cry.

Even though I have laundry to fold, dishes to wash, sister to teach, and I need both hands, it makes me secretly happy that he wants me to be around him so much, holding him, hugging him, and kissing those squishy cheeks.

He holds me, too. He wraps those chubby arms around my neck and squeezes as he tries to chew on my face. Those are his ways of hugging and kissing me back. At least, I like to think so.

I read all of the books before I had Addie, and I followed them to a "T." Let them cry. Just reassure them. They will get past that stage and be fine.

I wish I hadn't read those books sometimes.

Dare I say I've become "wiser" over the last four years?

Babies are babies for only so long.

They grow out of these phases soon enough.

He'll be crawling soon, and my hip is the last place he'll want to be.

Maybe I'm the one who is really getting attached.



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