We dance

He fusses for his daddy. He does that a lot lately. I thought when I had another baby he or she might like me better. When Cole would curl up to me at only a few months old, I thought “ahh.. this is what all those mommas of boys have been talking about.”

But no such luck. He’s daddy’s boy too.

Except right now, Craig wants to go downstairs and work out, so I’m on “distract the baby” duty. His lower lip is just starting to curl as Craig shuts the door. I sweep him up and snuggle my nose to the space between his ear and his shoulder.

He giggles but still, pushes me away.

“Ah..sweet boy. Stay here.” I start to sway, dancing across the living room.

His pajamas are soft and a rogue Cheerio is on his shoulder.

I hold him close to me, sashaying my hips and humming. Twirling and dipping him upside down, his blond hair flips backwards as I pull him up and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He giggles now and his blue eyes sparkle.

I twirl around some more, still bobbing and shaking my hips a bit as we dance.  I dip him a few more times and he laughs harder each time. My little daredevil.

After a few moments, he pushes away. It’s time to play with trucks and build with blocks. I sit him down and curl up behind him, watching. He plays independently now.

My work is done; he’s distracted from missing his daddy.  But still I sit and watch him play with his blocks.