My son has decided that the only place that doesn't cause him great emotional tribulation and grief is in my arms.
Not laying next to me. Or even on top of me. Or even attached to my boob.
You'd think that being attached to one's nipple would be completely and utterly satisfying, but he just blows zerberts on them when he's not hungry. (um. hello. weaning cue?)
Nope. He wants to be held, by me, all the time.
Unless he's playing in the dog's water bowl, putting the entire contents of my coverup in his mouth and on his face (How he opened the bottle is beyond me. He's brilliant! A future professional make-up bottle opener!), or using the open dishwasher door as a trampoline.
Funny. He was completely and utterly satisfied when he tossed the DVD remote into the toilet yesterday on my husband's watch.
But then I come home, or wake up, or come out of hiding and he's nestled into my extremely tired arms.
So do I let him destroy the house?
(Thanks so much for that brilliant advice. Would you like to come over and hold him all. day. long?)