Jake's going through a Mommy Phase at the moment. (Well, the "moment" started when he was about 9 months old, and we're still apparently "in the moment.")
When I'm not here or I'm in another room and he's accepted the fact that I'm somewhere else, he's totally fine playing by himself or with the older boys. But THE MOMENT HE SEES ME, he must be touching me. And if I'm with him and try to step away, he goes from happy and giggly to devastated in .2 seconds.
In the video below, you'll see the stages of abandonment:
1. happy as a clam
2. realizing that I'm moving away
3. having a complete come-apart
4. dragging himself over to me like a wounded soldier on the battlefield
5. reaching for me desperately with one outstretched hand
6. stretching out his arms to be picked up
7. magically drying his tears now that all is right with the world
8. reaching for the video camera
9. realizing that he can't have it
10. going all Linda Blair -- arched back and all -- because I won't let him have it.
I guess I'm not all I'm cracked up to be, am I, buddy?
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