Lately, Nathan will only fall asleep if he’s holding onto me. He pulls my body next to him, drapes his arm over my shoulder and one leg over my hip. At first I was touched that he clung onto his mommy like this but now it’s like, come on child, I’ve seen a double helix with more breathing room.
He’s also very fond of the game “Horsey.” I thought I lost all sense of dignity when I said, “Fine, Nathan. Throw up on mommy. At least it’s not the carpet.” But no. Bumbling on all fours with a gigantic toddler on my back sucked whatever shred of adulthood I had left. And it’s especially fun that whenever I’m sitting down, he tries to push me over even though I insist, I AM YOUR MOTHER NOT A FARM ANIMAL.
And the game he prefers to play instead of Kiss Mommy?