Maybe it is due to sleep training. Now that he has been left alone to cry at night, he is afraid to have us out of his sight.
Maybe it is the fact that tooth number two poked through his swollen little gum yesterday, and he is in extra pain.
Maybe it is the age and the fact that he now realizes that Mommy and Daddy are just in another room.
Whatever it is, it is exhausting.
And creepy.
Toys have become the enemy. Instruments of torture and distraction designed to trick him into not realizing Mommy and Daddy have set him down or left the room. He has figured out their purpose, and they no longer work on him.
Now that he can crawl quickly from room to room, there is no need to ever be separated from anyone. As soon as you set him down and head to the kitchen to get a bottle or check on dinner, you hear the tell tale slapping of his hands on the tile and the whimpering gets louder and closer. Turn the whimpering into creepy horror movie music, and listen to the intensity build as the child turns the corner and spies his prey! Watch in worried anticipation as he gets closer and closer to the unassuming mother, as he reaches out his chubby little hand and grabs her pant leg, as he pulls himself to a stand and wraps himself around her leg, looking at her with those big, needy eyes until she puts aside whatever she is working on and scoops him up, just like he planned all along.
Ok, so it's mostly cute and sad. You learn that it is not impossible to do dishes and laundry while holding a 17 pound child in your dominant arm. You learn that, while toys may be the enemy, empty water jugs on the floor are actually sources of entertainment and joy. You learn that your house will not be spotless and dinner may be leftovers, but there is a bigger sense of fulfillment and accomplishment you get just from making your baby laugh.
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