Mommy Mania

Baby M has been quite the Mommy's Boy lately. And this is not the typical wanting only Mommy to tuck him in or give him his bath, this is some serious Mommy mania. Every morning Baby M wakes me up by mashing his face into mine. He doesn't bang my head, he simply lines up our foreheads and presses his face towards mine, patiently, with increasing pressure, as if he's trying to somehow merge our molecules together. Next he will lay down on my head, essentially smothering me with love. I tell him that he is hurting me and say that maybe Daddy would like a hug. "No, Mommy" he replies. When I roll out from under him, get out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom he shouts "You forgot to pick me up! and chases after me hanging onto my leg until I relent and pick him up.

I hold him while I prepare our breakfast, while we eat our breakfast, until sometime about 2 hours later when he is ready to be put down. The rest of the day our activities are interrupted frequently with kisses, hugs and more face mashing. When we go to the park he ignores his friends and drags me over to ride his "train" (a train is anything we can both sit on, I have ridden "couch trains", "stair trains" and "slide trains").

Don' t get me wrong, I love all the affection and I know it won't last long. Soon enough Baby M will be shrugging off my hugs, calling me "Mom" and spending all his time with his little skate-punk friends. But the thing is, he is heavy! Going about your day carrying while extra 30 lbs is tiring, no matter how many hugs and kisses you get in return. By the end of the day my arms and back are aching. I have to admit I am looking forward to the "Daddy Phase" and I think my husband is too. He has been feeling a little unappreciated lately.

So there you have it. I am actually complaining about too many toddler kisses. Look for my future posts where I discuss how my waist is too skinny and my wallet is too fat.