Being able to save the day is one of my favorite parts about being a parent. For instance when Dylan grows tired of playing on the floor and is bored with all the toys and activities he has available to him, he becomes miserable and cries as if his life is ruined forever. That's when I enter the room and his crying face immediately becomes overjoyed with relief as he reaches his arms out for me and I am his hero. I looooove that feeling. The only drawback is now that he is looking to be saved when he is irritated I can no longer sneak in the room unnoticed. Diz baby sees everything and the smallest movement will catch his attention. He's no dummy!
Yesterday Dylan fell asleep while we were at the store and I knew he was done for and that he'd be waking up sometime in the middle of the night hungry. Instead, he was a good little boy who didn't wake up until 4:25 this morning to eat and was super cute and talky. He kept saying his favorite sound, "dada" and though I didn't speak to him because I wanted him to go back to bed, I was mumbling "mamas" in my head. Come on Dylan, remember mama?! He was being adorable and it wasn't easy putting my little big boy back down. He was more affectionate than usual and nestled into me and got close enough that it was as if he were hugging me. Then he let out a huge fart and killed the moment.
I'm feeling a little under the weather right now and I'm hoping the germy feeling fades away before I become a full fledged sicky. No one likes feeling like a sicky! All I really want to do is go home and cuddle my anti-cuddling baby. I miss him.