First is in one of his phases of wanting to be close...no, needing to be close. To me. When we're at home (which is almost always these days), if we're not in the same room, he wants to know where I am. I'll get up to go to the kitchen for some tea and usually, he'll come looking for me, calling for me (and our apartment is not big).
There is a level of anxiety just below the surface that makes me sad for him. But, also, feels normal, for him (if that makes sense).
It's never lasted longer than a few weeks and so I am hoping that it will pass soon.
Last night I made the mistake of talking about my sister's upcoming kid-free birthday celebration shortly before the kids went to bed. First couldn't get his mind off of the fact that he would not only be without me, but without Cap, too. Some lavender on his pillow and Rescue Sleep remedy and a lot of hugs and some tears later, he did fall asleep.
And a talking to. Cap spoke to him pretty bluntly (the voice of reason---I found it very hard not to become uber-empath last night) about how First's drama was disturbing Kinder's bedtime and the expectation that he has for age-appropriate behavior (ie. not making such a fuss about not being able to be with me/us for a few hours).
Matt Pond PA is playing locally the night before Sandy's birthday bash and my brother will be able to come baby-sit...but I may forego First having to endure us both being out for two nights in a row.
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