Lest it sound as though we needlessly torture the baby, most of this happens when he's playing on the floor with his toys and I commit the heinous crime of, say, stepping into the bathroom to blow my nose. Our house is only 780 square feet total so it's not like I'm incredibly far away.
Other things Soren doesn't care for right now: putting on shirts, taking off shirts, putting on pants (taking them off is usually okay), putting on pajamas, drinking from a bottle, drinking from a sippy cup.
On the bright side, he's usually a pretty happy guy when we're not messing with him.
The separation anxiety so far does not apply to daycare--he always seems stoked to be there. In fact, there has been more than one morning when I dropped him off and his whole air was, "FINALLY, somewhere where people understand me."
Also, he does great in the car now. For months, he behaved as though his car seat were made out of fire, but now he seems to be as happy there as anywhere. We went away to the mountains for new years, a two-and-a-half hour drive each way, and he did just fine. Mainly because he is obsessed with these things, which I fed him steadily throughout the trip:
Creepy packaging, but apparently delightful to the baby palette.
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Baby Mum Mums? What, are they tiny edible mothers? Way creepy, but you know my motto in parenting: whatever works! ;) k8
Ah! You discovered Simone's former addiction. There was a time when we didn't dare venture out without a twin-pack stuffed in every pocket. They were also responsible for the only time I have set foot in a Wal-Mart in my life - every other store in town was sold out and it was desperate times.
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