The baby likes to be held. Mostly. All. The. Time. This is in direct contrast to my parenting experience with Buckshot, Alex, my 20 year old, who, as a child, could not sit still long enough to land in my lap for any length of time. Sure - he'd climb up - but once he got up on the lap he'd climb down. I was so sad when he started walking and no longer tolerated being held. If he was sick - he'd lay in my arms, or let me hold him - but he'd be sick and not enjoying anything at that point - so that wasn't fun.
As a first time mom, I was pretty insecure and felt rejected. Now I see that it it just was who he was as a small child. A constantly-in-motion-blur. Now, at 20, he is a hugger and more affectionate. But as a toddler - he was just one squirming, slippery mass of oppositional energy.
Actually, he pretty much is still that way - But that is a post for another day when I have more energy and won't whine and ramble on and on and on.....Besides I have another busy day tomorrow - and I need some serious sleep....
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