Attached

Asher has a comfort object. It has been practically glued to his hand since the day after Christmas when he finally got around to unwrapping it. I never would have guessed that he would love this gift as much as he does; it was a two dollar afterthought at the toy store. He puts up a fuss if we try to take it away for activities like eating, sleeping, bathing, or climbing things. He is now figuring out how to drink from his sippy with one hand, because the other hand must be holding his little silver convertible. There are times when we can't find the correct car, and when these soul-trying times arrive, he is usually happy with anything small and four-wheeled. But the silver convertible is his favorite.

In other news: my little independent man, who up until a week ago hasn't much cared if I were around, has started to grow attached to me. He used to prefer his Grandma Mills to his Mommy any day of the week, but today for the first time he snuggled into me when I tried to hand him off. The resulting feelings were confusing, because I want him to keep his easy attitude, I want him to be good and not fussy, and I want him to always love to see his Grandma. On the other hand I have only dreamed of moments like this because he has never been a snuggler or a hugger and those are two of my favorite activities. I always wished that he would want to snuggle with me more, and today I got my wish for two whole minutes. Then my mom took him to her house for about 6 hours while I finished casting The Pirates of Penzance. Oh how I love my mom for helping me out, and oh I missed my little boy. I don't ever want to be apart from him that long again. Well, at least until he grows a foot or two and stops sleeping with toy cars in his hands.