So, Easton is definitely the most “attached” of my babies–at least it feels that way. I pretty much need to be in sight at all times, preferably holding him, or he gets quite concerned. Quite concerned meaning totally freaked out. When it came time for Amelie and Calder to go in to nursery at church, there were no problems. I dropped them off and came back two hours later with no issues. Easton turns nursery age in October and I pity his nursery workers.

The position he assumes when anyone dares glance his way or, heaven forbid, tries to hold him.

"Must get as physically close to Mommy as possible!"

I can’t help but be a little flattered. He does seem to like me quite a lot. And I sure do adore him. So it works out rather well.

Unless you would like to hold him. Sorry.