Adventures At Seay

I love my mommy...I'm just gonna go ahead and throw that out there. We are very close, and I have mommy withdraws when I haven't seen her for weeks on end. I knew Cooper would love me. He's my baby. My love. I carried him for 9 months, birthed him, fed him. I knew we would be attached to each other. Just like my mom and I are. However, I didn't know how attached that would be. We are currently going through the lovely phase of separation anxiety. The anxiety that causes my child to scream like he's being abandoned anytime I'm not within his sight. I can leave the living room where he's playing so nicely in the exersaucer and I turn the corner and my happy, smiling child immediately turns on the waterworks. And our new favorite game is to scream bloody murder in the car. I am not the best driver in the world, but add a screaming baby in the back and its all I can do to not slam into every car around me. But mommy sits in the back with Cooper and everything's golden. Bot, when this phase passes..the streets of Nashville will be a little bit safer. I love my baby, and I'm trying to cherish the fact that he needs me know...I know it won't always be like this.