Motherly Love

My son is presently going through a "Mommy phase." If I'm in the room, he must be near me. If I leave the room, he either cries or follows me. If he bumps his head or stubs his toe, he runs for me. It's adorable, honestly, though I doubt Daddy thinks so. I try to explain that it's just a phase, and pretty soon, my adorable little boy won't want anything to do with Mommy since she doesn't know how to play ball or catch a frog. I'm trying to enjoy the moments now while I have them.

Friday I got off work early. I picked up my son, and instead of going home like we usually do, we went to a park. We played for an hour and a half. Who knew a 14 month old could entertain an almost 29 year old so well. It's supposed to be the other way around, isn't it? He ran under the structure so I'd have to duck and run after him. He played on the steps, with my help of course. He sat on the bouncy seats, and Mommy helped rock him, though he was constantly trying to shove my hands away. He's an independent little bugger. We even slid down the slide time and time again. Sure, I got my cute booty jeans wet and a little dirty, but it was worth it to see the smile on his face. To know that I made his face light up is worth every pair of cute booty jeans I own.