Poetic Justice

My mom tells me that I was a huge mommie's girl; so much so, that I didn't even want my dad to hold me if she wasn't around. Well, we have a momma's boy in our home. Last night I went to go pick up some dinner because I wasn't able to make any due to the fact that Ammon would scream anytime I put him down. Not just whining crying however, it was his hurting cry, it was so sad! So Matt tells me that when I left, Ammon started crawling toward our bedroom and into the closet/vanity area where I have been before and called him to come find me. Apparently when Ammon discovered I wasn't there he cried pretty much until the time I came home. I could tell by the look of his face, even though he smiled when he saw me, that he had been crying. How sad! I wonder if I created this monster, not just due to the fact that I was this way with my mom, and I am receiving poetic justice, but because I pretty much ALWAYS have him. Matt is gone long hours due to school and work and then the fact that I nurse him and he won't take a bottle doesn't exactly allow others to take part very much. Although it is frustrating at times that I can't put him down to brush my teeth, it is so rewarding to know that he has a healthy attachment to his mommy and I know he loves me.