Growing up, Letting Go...

As my baby, is becoming a boy. A real boy!! I may begin to look and act like a real human too!

(Edited for too much info... sorry early readers... I sometimes have boundary issues... completely insensitive to what may make others uncomfortable)

My baby is a ball playah!

Some of you remember my discussion of landmarks on my torso in this post.  He has a spot on my body that he clings to that spot (not private area! think belly button ish) almost every sleeping moment. (At least until I can wiggle myself out from under his grip.) It's his thing.  His comfort. I've tried substituting a blanket. A stuffed animal. Even had a blanket made with a similar feel for something to play with and hopefully relieve my entire body from being his anchor of comfort. I've tried everything. And as you can imagine- this is a bit tiring as that means- for the most part- I need to be in bed with him the entire time he is. (he still sleeps 11-14 hours a day).

This regression, as I've stated before, also means progression. Shush. Don't tell him I told you- but... he's staying less attached to 'it'. It comes and goes- but- people... I think we may be seeing the beginnings of letting it go! I'm a little weary to think of all that can happen when this day finally arrives. Think of dishes being done. Think of him going to sleep by himself. Thinking of - (gasp) going back to work! WHOA! A whole new world may be opening up here ladies and gents. And it looks a lot like a Momma and son with a future.

Yes he looks like this as he rounds the bases every time. Not looking where he's going. Looking for Momma.