Why on earth?!
Why did I think that I’d be able to write a job application today? Granted, Willow is at child care today, but Dexter is being particularly velcro. He’s had a couple of short naps, one of which was taken up by A asking whether or not he should buy a universal remote. I’m glad he rang to ask, it’s nice to talk to him during the day, but by the time we finished speaking, Dexter was awake again.
He is now objecting if I break eye contact with him! He starts with a cute goo, then increases the volume and urgency of his noise and kicks and flaps his arms until I look at him. He is just not happy unless he is being held, preferably upright.
I remember doing something similar when Willow was a baby, but I kept trying to write it, even when she was on my lap feeding as Dexter is now. It was incredibly frustrating and reduced me to a sobbing mess. So, this time I’m determined not to stress about it and enjoy this squirming bundle.
Ok, I am home again, having picked up Willow. This morning when I dropped her off, I asked about a list of her friends, so that I can organise invites for her birthday party. I got a list of 7 children, 6 girls and one boy when I picked her up this afternoon. I am thinking about having her party at the Adelaide Aquatic Centre, not a formal package deal, but we would pay for admission costs for the children and parent. I worked out that would cost $82.60 and we would supply food, and it would probably still be cheaper than the package deals at play centres.
So now I’m adding to this post, Willow is sitting beside me and Dexter is finally asleep in his swing. I should do more on my job application and stop procrastinating!
Melissa4444 responds:
Posted: January 11th, 2008 at 6:25 am →
Oh Candi,
I’m sorry to say, I’m so utterly relieved to read this post. Samuel is doing exactly the same thing. He starts off with a coo, then gets a bit of a grizzle, which in the space of a minute and a half has turned into a gut wrenching cry, as though he’s being blugeoned to death. Simply becuase I went to give Alexander a cuddle. Or to the toilet. Or to put my washing in the dryer.
I finally broke yesterday. I had to have my SIL come get him, and I spent my 2 hours of “me” time sobbing. I thought I was starting to lose my mind.
So. Sorry that you’re having a hard time with velcro baby. But You’re not alone. This will pass, right????