Needs

Timothy woke up the chickens yesterday morning. Yes, most mornings, they wake us up at 5:00 anyway, but Timothy's cry at 4:00 was enough to wake them up through closed windows and across the yard. We got him to go back to sleep for an hour and then, again, a very distraught cry demanding some serious snuggling.



We aren't quite sure what's going on with the little guy, but the last few days he has been incredibly needy and snuggly. He pushes my leg just so while I'm sitting on the ground so that he can crawl into my lap and put his head against my chest and suck his thumb (a new, week-old habit).



This is one of the more challenging parts about being a parent for me. Not the cuddly little boy I have on my hands. I'm loving his love, I gotta say. But rather the fact that Shawn and I are bouncing back and forth all the possible ideas of why he's acting a little off. Is he teething? Did our trip to the coast for a couple days throw him for a loop (it certainly messed up napping)? Is he sick and we're just missing all the cues? I guess I just have to trust that he'd somehow let me know if he needed something in addition to the extra loving that he clearly is looking for right now.

What's funny, though, is that while all he wants is for me to hold him, while we were in Maine, I was so low on the totem pole compared to Daddy. Everything he did he wanted Daddy with him. It was so beautiful watching the two of them play. And boy, did he have fun.