Something spooky is going on at my house because Dizbaby is unusually nice. It all started when I picked him up and brought him home after work yesterday. The baby that normally uses me as a launching pad to push off of and explore was more interested in nestling on my neck than playing with his toys. The same baby that carefully calculates the precise moment he can speed away was suddenly crawling on top of me with a big smile. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I took advantage of the Dizbaby love fest and waited on him hand and foot, careful not to disrupt the wave of kindness I was riding high on. No crying, no whining, fruit for dinner? Yes Sir!
So we crawled together, we smiled together, we hugged each other and he even let me give his chubby little turkey neck several dozen kisses. I don’t know what’s going on but I have a feeling Dylan wants something. Is he trying to make good with Santa in light of the rapidly approaching holiday season? Perhaps he heard rumors of a drum set, an ipad mini, or his own toy phone.
Regardless, this is not the same baby I have spent the past 8 months getting to know. So to whoever kidnapped my independent, non-affectionate, rambunctious baby and replaced him with a sweet, cuddly, mama’s boy, THANK YOU!