Flattered

She's cute, isn't she? I like her a lot, and apparently, she likes me too. I know we get along famously, because she laughs at almost all my jokes and we are attached at the hip (literally). In fact, I just want to eat her up (look at me trying in this picture).



I kind of felt this way with all my babies, but Daisy is the first one who seems to really care when I am gone. With all my children, there have been brief moments of separation anxiety, but I don't remember it happening this young.
I volunteer in June's class twice a month and that means an hour without Daisy (or I guess in her eyes, an hour without Mom). I think of her as such a mellow, pleasant child, that I am always surprised to hear that she cried a bit, or that she was not happy. Deanne mentioned that she did well today (only five or so minutes of crying), but when I dropped her off a second time in one day, I think she had had enough. I was only gone twenty minutes and I came back to find her bawling (sorry Sunny, thanks for loving on her anyway). I think she was honestly sad/mad that I left again.
So this is a bit new to me. I am sure she will grow out of it quickly, I say somewhat glumly. After all, it is flattering to be so loved.



By the way, I am adoring these little leggings I got her.