Doodles has become the cling-child. He must be with Momma at all times and only Momma will do. Right now he’s terrorizing his poor mother’s helper by standing at the kitchen gate shouting, “Mommamommamommamommamommma,” over and over and over again. The plus side to this is I’m getting extreme amounts of cuddle time but the down side, of course, is that I can’t be more than three feet away from him. It’s not enough that I walk with him these days–he wants me to carry him everywhere. And, again, only me. Adam won’t do. Not enough that I have this unborn parasite to contend with; now I have a living, breathing parasite who wants to suck the life out of me as well.
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