Cory has gotten squeaky in the last few days. Very squeaky. He’s learning to make those baby squeals you hear in the mall two floors down.
Predictably, he mostly does it when he’s angry that I left the room or am not looking at him, although getting visibly angry about that is fairly new as well. Whee!
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Look at me!!!!!!!! Yeah, enjoy it while you can. Not the screaming, though I still suggest earplugs for that. You are the center of his world for now. Think back and smile when he’s 15 and wants nothing to do with you.
Well, I guess it’s time to start taking him to restaurants then! Or at least that seems to be the indicator around here.
I wish it were just that he wanted to bask in my loving presence. Alas, no. He wants me to hold him so that he can practice sitting or standing up, his raison d’etre right now. To that end, anyone will do really. Me, John, a flying monkey, whomever.