I came across this picture and it just completely cracked me up. At the time, I wasn't laughing. I was probably saying something like, "Annelie, leggo my leg. Seriously, stop. Leggo my leg. Stop crying, I'm not picking you up. Go play. I beg you please, baby go play! And Let. Go. Of. My. Leg."
Like pretty much any mom, for the first 2 years after having my baby, I was basically a 2 headed person: 1 large grown head, 1 small baby head, parasitic baby body attached at my hip. See that little whiny face? She was just over a year old and beyond clingy. She's still clingy now (almost 3), but as a baby... wow. If I wasn't holding her, it was as if her entire world would collapse and she didn't know how to handle life.
Did I often dream about leaving her outside for the wolves to claim?
Um, no. I'm not a complete sick-o...
Okay, yes, I did, but give me some credit. I spent 2 years with a baby fused to my skin - and that's after carrying her for nine months - and I was tired and cranky. And its not like I actually left her outside for the wolves... I lived in the city. That would have been a waste of time.
This is what I looked like. See? One big head, one baby head (looking like she's ready to let out a giant wail if I so much as think about setting her down).Funny thing to flashback about, I think. But now that she is self-sufficient (ie. big enough to raid the box of truffles from the counter when I'm not looking, therefore more than happy to be free of me) and doesn't cling like a second skin quite as much as she used to, I'm happy to look back at the past and say, "Whew, thank goodness I don't have a kid welded to my hip anymore."
Aw, sweet memories. Have a flashback of your own? Head over to Tia's blog at www.ChristopherandTia.blogspot.com and join in the fun!
xoxo,
6 comments:
What is it with the #2's? Merrick is still fused to me like human velcro. He is getting better, but he still freaks out if I walk out of the house without him. The funny thing...I had a conference with his teachers on Monday and they tell me how much he LOVES playing all by himself. That...and now he only cries for maybe 2 seconds when I leave him in his classroom...so there is progress :)
But she's so dang cute!!!!
Aw, sometimes I wish mine were more clingy. As soon as my boys were walking they wanted nothing to do with me. My daughter graced me with a little more loving time, but now I only get snuggles when they're sick.
I have to say though, I was secretly thrilled when my littlest son only wanted me after a bad dream and pushed daddy away.
Ahhh...the memories. My son was the same way. Thank god he is now 8.
Cute post. I laughed through the whole thing. Take care...Kathi
Aww, that is EXACTLY what Charlie is like. He just has to be held, and it has to be all the time. He freaks out if hes put down, of if you walk away, or- ugh. I'm so glad to see that this is somewhat normal, haha.
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