Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Don't leave me!

Little Elvis is in the throes of separation anxiety -- at least that's what I think it is.

I can't walk past him without picking him up. If I do walk past him, say to throw some trash away, he cries until I come back.

And he knows that the bad, hiccupping cry really gets to me, so he immediately busts that one out.

Yesterday I went to get myself a cup of yogurt. When I came back out to the living room, I noticed a tear.

I picked him up and hugged him, and all was right with the world... until I wouldn't share my yogurt.

And I'm not the only one who can bring on the tears so quickly. Bob came home from work the other day and went to put his bookbag up before hugging Little Elvis. This was very insulting, as you can imagine.

It's amazing to me how much more aware he is, and I'm happy that he is most content when surrounded by both of us.


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