Where'd you go?

I think separation anxiety is beginning to rear it ugly head. This weekend, Alex was unhappy with people other than me holding him. Except for Kari. He was just generally unhappy with Kari. Unless she was more than four feet away. Then he would smile and flirt with her. But 3'10"? Screaming bloody murder. She can be scary.

I am not happy about this. I know it is some sort of developmental thing that kids go through, but I don't want him to go through it. I liked being able to hand him off to people and have him be happy. It is a good feeling that he feels safe with me, but c'mon man.

This cold thing just seems to be getting worse and worse and it really didn't like being fed sushi and a couple glasses of wine on Friday night. It would have been nice to be able to puke in peace on Saturday morning. But no. The second Claire took him so I could deal with my sick ass, he started screeching like a monkey with its butt on fire. Not cool man, not cool. Barfing up wasabi is bad enough on its own. But having to do it to a symphony of baby screams makes it burn just a little bit more.

Same thing later that day at lunch. He was all cool hangin' out with the ladies...as long as I was holding him. Nobody else was allowed to touch him. His terms, not mine. I would've gladly handed him over.

I am hoping this is something that passes quickly. I am all for him getting the Stranger Danger thing, but I really want him to be ok with people he knows...my arms are getting tired.