Nolan has a new best friend...Grandma Joyce. He's always had a good time visiting Grandma but this week it hit an all new level. Nolan never left Grandma's arms and threw his body in her direction whenever he was in someone else's arms as she passed by....including me! Oh no Michelle, you're overreacting..you say. Nope.
Prime Example: Nolan was crawling around and was a little overwhelmed with all the Weaver kids and the fury of Christmas present opening. With a panicked look in his eye he begins crawling for a familiar face... he crawls to me...looks up...looks left...sees grandma and BAM...crawls straight to her with a whimpering cry. Wow! OK, I'm trying not to take it personal. I mean, Grandma doesn't make him cry it out at night in his crib or wrestle his down for diaper changes and we were at her house where she takes him for regular visits to the hummingbirds, art work and wind chimes. But still...ouch!
On the plus side, Martin and I have gotten a few nice dates out of it feeling completely reassured that Nolan is blissfully unaware of our absence and happy playing with Grandma.
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