After containing Liam on my lap for as long as I could on Sunday morning, he eventually had to get down and explore the narrow space between our pew and the one in front of us.
His curiousity was quickly satisfied and he ventured to the end of the pew that opens into the aisle. And to my shock and suprise he then crawled across the aisle to Donnie, an older and actually, to Liam, a fairly unknown parishioner. Liam pulled himself to a stand at Donnie's knees, was immediately picked up and promptly laid his head on Donnie's shoulder, snuggling contentedly with him through the next song.
Is this the same kid who has been living with us for the past four and half months? The kid who hasn't wanted anyone but his mom to hold him unless she's not around and he has no choice. And if you've been the lucky one to have him when mom isn't around there's only been about a 50/50 chance that he's been happy. Seriously, is it the same kid? I couldn't believe it.
But I'll admit. I won't be too sad if this separation anxiety thing is coming to an end.
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I am sure Liam's snuggles were such a gift to Donnie this week. :) So sweet.
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