My Little Sausage

Currently he is asleep in his crib, facedown, arm outside the slats. Naked to the waist, diaper only. We went through our naptime ritual… his realizing he’s being left, starting to cry and spitting the binky out, and then moving into full fledged wailing. After two minutes I go in, flip him to his side, and re binky and he is instantly out for the count. About 5 hours later I sat down to finish this post. BabyA has been sleeping since 3:30 and it is now 6. And again, he is asleep on his face. Today he has been more clingy than usual. His face reddening and scrunching the second he loses contact with my arms when he gets set down. Going straight into full fledged abandonment and skipping fussing entirely. I have been calling this the pre-poop-day meltdown. I’ve found it follows the pattern of nearing his poop day… he gets a little more fussy. Probably from trying to move mountains of poo through his intestines. And it’s only made easier by being held by mommy. Do I have magic powers? I guess I do, not going to lie. I adore being magic. I can do no wrong, I am the person of choice, BabyA’s favorite, and I get his giggles and biggest smiles. I know this is hard for hubs. To come so obviously second in BabyA’s mind. He says he doesn’t mind… but this morning he took a half day and commented that it was nice to see him smile and happy to see daddy. Which is true because by the end of the day he is a little more cranky. This will all even out eventually, and hubs know that. And can’t wait until HE is preferred for things like playing with toys, and bedtime snuggles. I can’t wait to see my two men gleefully together J