Yes, Leo, I understand that you’re going to have a complex. Mama doesn’t write about you nearly as much as she did about Emma. But do you know why that is, future jealous son of mine? It’s because you’re such an easy baby! And because my time is stretched so thin that I don’t want to waste minutes that could be spent cuddling you on something so inane as writing about cuddling you.
That’s why I’m writing this while I’m at work.
Leo is 3 months old this week, and at 3 months, he is big, healthy, happy and sweet. He greets me with sunny smiles and coos whenever I lean in for a kiss. That is, when he’s not sleeping. Which he does like a champ (fingers crossed that mentioning this doesn’t jinx us). He regularly sleeps for at least a 6 hour stretch in the night and goes down to sleep remarkably peacefully.
I am not lying about how sweet and wonderful he is when we’re together. But the people at daycare probably think I am—because apparently he’s a different animal there. I’ve already had one parent-teacher conference about his bad attitude. The problem is he’s a mama’s boy. And used to spending time cuddling and cooing with adoring parents and grandparents. At daycare they need him to be more self-sufficient because they have a room full of mama’s boys and girls. I would love for him to be in a home daycare environment where he has more one-on-one time with the caregiver like Emma had at that age, but we just can’t find anything comparable to that here. Until then, we’re working on getting him to enjoy time in the bouncy seat or activity mat without yelling about how much he misses me. I have to say though… of all the problems he could have, I think that being a little too attached to his mama is one that I’m not going to fret about.
Mothering two hasn’t been as hard as I had thought it would be. There’s a lot more takeout at dinnertime, and sometimes the laundry goes from basket to basket without ever having been hung or folded between washings, but the kids are doing great. The greatest challenge to date has been taking both kids to the grocery store. I could fill the screen five times over with the tales of woe and lessons learned from that trip out. But all in all, I’m a happy mother of two happy babies, and I love every minute of it.
