Oh, what a perfect baby I have! He really is wonderful and only gets more so by the day. His one downfall is that he loves his mama. Downfall, you ask? How can this be? Well let me recount all his perfections and how is love for me mars each one.
He will sleep – soundly and gloriously, through most of the night, through 2-hour naps. As long as I am right there, sleeping with him (or alternately, have him wrapped to my chest). If I get up so much as to go to the bathroom, he is up too.
He will play happily and contentedly in his jumperoo or playmat* as long as I am in the same room, preferably seated right there in front of him oooing and aaahing at his every move.
He rarely fusses during diaper changing, as long as I am the one changing him.
He will kindly allow me to fix dinner or do dishes, as long as he’s up on the counter watching, right next to me.
He will then allow me to eat said dinner in peace, as long as I have him in one arm.
He even occasionally lets me check email, if he can bang on the keys too.
Basically, he is most contented when I am RIGHT IN HIS FACE. Anything less is unacceptable.
*All these made-up words, my God!