Greg and I are beside ourselves.
Ya see, our independent, will-go-to-anyone, always- happy baby has turned clingy. And maybe a little fussy? Tell me how did this happen, internet friends?!
I suspect it had something to do with the four straights days she spent with me in California. I never left her side. I held her all the time. She was literally attached to my hip.
Well, not literally.
But you catch my drift.
Now, after a week back at home, she cries when we set her down, cries when I walk out of the room, cries when I pass her off to someone else. June, this ain't cool.
It has always been really important to me to have a baby who is willing to go to other people- who shares herself, (And by always, I mean the nine months that June's been alive. But always sounds so much more dramatic.) I will love my baby no matter what, but it's important to me that other people love my baby, too. And that happens when she allows others to hold her, to love her to play with her. I want her to have lots of time with all sorts of people.
Up until last week, I'd say we were doing pretty good with it. But four days of no one but mom and it looks like we've ruined all of our non-clingy hard work.
Sunday at church I sat next to one of my good friends, Latisha. She wanted to hold June, and I gladly plopped June down in her lap. June started to immediately cry and so Latisha gave her right back to me. I don't blame her. Most people don't enjoy holding crying babies. I was determined, though, to get June to sit happily with Latisha. I distracted June with a book and then quickly whispered to Latisha, "Here. Let's try again!" before sneakily sliding June over to her lap. This is where the weird circus act began. I tried to hide behind Latisha so June couldn't see me, I stupidly tried to wave books and toys in front of June's face to distract her, I stubbornly believed that if I willed it hard enough I could make June not want me to hold her.
And guess what? It kind of worked.
For about two minutes.
She started fussing again and as Sunday school isn't really the best place for baby training so I took her back. She sat on my lap for the remainder of the lesson, happy as a lark in a meadow- just as long as I wasn't trying to pass her off on anyone.
I realize that a lot of this might just be the age, but tell me oh wise internet friends, is there anyway to uncling a baby?