Matthew's started doing a new thing this morning. First it scared me because I couldn't figure out what was wrong. He was standing at his little music table and fell down and started crying horribly. I picked him up and checked everything and didn't see anything wrong so I thought maybe he bit his tongue or something.
Five minutes later he did it again. Once again no boo-boos were to be found. This time when he did it he crawled to where I was, which was no more than three feet away. Unless he's in bed I'm never more than three feet away, even when going to the bathroom. I didn't put a lot of thought into but ten minutes ago he did it again. Okay, there isn't anything wrong. Not at all. He's just learned that if he falls mommy will pick him up and make it all better, even if there's nothing to make better. I don't mind, not one bit. But I do want him to learn quickly he doesn't need to pretend he got hurt to have some cuddle time with mommy. That comes free with the job of being my son.
I attempted to find a more current picture of Matthew and I snuggling. Unfortunately I'm typically the one behind the camera, something I'll have to remedy. But I'm sure you don't mind looking at this picture of the itty bitty Matthew! This was from the day after we brought him home.