Make Room In The Basement
Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 1:20PM (*** If you are here from the D-List blog party, click here first!***)
Because I fear my youngest son may end up living in my basement a-la Frank… this week on B-Metro:
He took an entire 4 months to wean. As in, I was giving it thought and effort and “making extra time” and all that jazz JUST to get the kid to knock off on the nursing, but if there’s one thing Chase is - it’s stubborn. Here lately, I’ve noticed something else, something my mom brought to my attention yesterday, that very well might explain why those 4 months were so incredibly long - he’s also a momma’s boy.
I leave, he freaks out. He falls, he wants me. These things are within the “normal baby” realm and I have absolutely no problem playing my role. Hands down I can say I love being Chief Boo Boo Kisser. I’m loved and needed, what more could I ask for? But it’s the fits of rage Chase throws, the fact that other people are unable to console him and the marathon carrying sessions that have this toddler venturing into “may or may not ever move out” land.
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