Tuesday, February 26, 2008
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
Our one-year-old daughter is going through that stage when she is either clinging to my leg or racing away from me. Since she's been sick for the past couple of weeks, she's even more of a Momma's Girl than usual. As her language acquisition continues, I've noticed a big discrepancy in the way she speaks to Jared and me. He gets, "Hi, Dada!" all bright and cheery-like. For me?? It's more of a "Momma, momma, momma!", somewhere between a whine and a moan! It's so unfair!
She prefers to be with me, attached to me in some way or other, while I make dinner, read blogs, do a math lesson, etc. I am often able to distract her for a few minutes with her brothers' attention, a pile of board books, my magazines (oops), or if there is a cupboard for her to tear apart; but the only time she intentionally leaves my side is the moment that her diaper comes off. Even if she was crying and moaning five seconds before (which is always, since she hates being still long enough to be changed,) the second that she is naked, she flips over and crawls away as fast as she can, laughing all the way. And she doesn't come back. Sometimes in my fatigue (or is it just laziness?) I sit there and wait, assuming that since she is generally happiest attached to my hip like a koala, she'll be back soon. But no. Apparently she rejoices in her independence when she is in her birthday suit. If only I knew how to be so comfortable in my own skin! Too bad I don't feel good about letting her be naked all afternoon. I might get all the laundry folded . . .
Photos courtesy of Nicolette