Stumble It!
When I found out I was having a boy, so many people said, "Aw, boys have something special with their mommas."
And now, 14 months later, I know what they mean. You know, if "something special" translates into "have a giant shit fit the second I can't see Momma, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD WHERE DID SHE GO!?! I can't stand living like this! I should throw my head backwards as hard as I can to the floor and weep in agony because I JUST CANNOT GO ON without being able to see my Momma every second and - and - OH HAI MOMMA, there you are!!"
Seriously, I love my boy fiercely and I love waking up to the monitor crooning, "Mom-EEE, MY MOMM-EEE," but it's getting kind of old. I had to stop wearing yoga pants around the house because he would literally pull and grab at my leg until I was de-pants at least four times a day.
When he's not physically attached to my leg, demanding, "UH, UHH, UHHH!!" which in case you didn't know is baby for "PICK ME UP NOW BITCH OR I'LL CUTCHOO," he's drunken-zombie following me from room to room, whining "Mom-EEE, Mom-EEE."
I tried giving him more attention, playing with him longer on the floor, giving Charlotte a task to do so he and I could just play quietly. We've been going on walks and playing outside, chasing leaves and hopping bugs. It's not like I ignore him, but I can't even leave the room to pee without the lip quivering and the face going red and the mom-eeeeeeeeeeee.
I know that babies hit a separation anxiety phase at some point but I don't remember it being this bad with Charlotte or being so particular with me. Daddy will do for Sawyer, but he is definitely second string. He's been crying when I leave him in his crib for naps and bedtime. He cries if I walk up the stairs or the three feet to the kitchen. I can't cook or do the dishes because he's literally clawing at me and I'm sure if he had talons, he would have hooked himself into my fat rolls and climbed his way to Summit Momma.
I figure like all baby stages, it will pass and part of me will miss being The Comfort.
But I will not miss this:
Monday, September 7, 2009
Momma's Boy
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lol! I sympathize. I was reminded recently that at one point I had chosen "Eddie" as the blog-alias for my boy. You know, "Oeddie"? Briefly considered going back and editing all references to change it, but then he was able to extract himself from my person. There may or may not have been chocolate involved... Ugh. Four. I hope it stops, like, ever.
Every time I get frustrated with being the only person that will do for Nick when we're at home, I am reminded that I do not top Grandma and Grandpa every time I drop him off or pick him up at their house and I get that face for taking him from them.
I'm still second string with my daughter over four years later.
My son is pretty equal right now.
Oh my lord. I am going through that for the second time. It doesn't get any better. The Kid is starting Kindergarten tomorrow and is telling me he doesn't want to go b/c he will miss me all day. holyhell. I see big crying fits coming...and they won't be from me.
Yep, boys. They LURVE their mamas so much that to part with them is pure pain. Drew goes back to preschool tomorrow and has been crying for a week about going because he doesn't want to leave me. I may do a drive by drop off! J/k. Sort of.
I laughed. I'm sorry, but I did. Not so much at how frustrating it sounds like it can be, but at the way you write about it.
:)
Lmao. My daughter doesn't seem to have that, not yet anyway, and with some other friends I do see the pattern more with boys. So best of luck to you. :) You are hilarious, and I LOVE the photo.
My son was JUST like that at that age (and for a few many months after that I might add). But, he's now about 2.5, and while he's still a Mama's Boy, I can leave the room and leave the house and he's fine with it. Oh sure, he still shouts out MAMAMAMAMA looking for me, but the clinging and the crying and screaming is over. Whew.
My son was exactly the same way and while I found it frustrating I also realized that one day he wouldn't want anything to do with me and I tried to cherish it. He's going to be 3 in November and he's still a bit clingy and .... sh....don't tell him, but I kind of like it. I don't want to think about the teenage years when he wants nothing at all to do with his Mommmeeee! (sniff)
Is it wrong that I just busted out laughing at your little drunknut? Photos of screaming babies are SO FUNNY. Especially when they're NOT MINE!
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