The itty bitty baby committee has designated my child as the “good baby” and “the calm baby’ which is a laugh because they never seen her frustrated. At the gym, where we all meet up for our daily 90 minute Fit Mommies aerobic workout, the babies sit in car seats or on mats next to us and we (okay, maybe just I) use every squeal or grunt as an opportunity to take a break. “Oh honey, are you hungry?” Or “Oh Sweetie, let me get that toy for you.”

So no, they never see her cry and no, I do not get the best workout on the planet. But I love that Coco has pulled the wool over their eyes.

It cracks me up.

Less amusing is the realization that I’m jealous of their babies. Or rather, their relationships with their babies. Coco’s just not that into me.

She’s tremendously independent and will talk to herself in her crib for ages after a nap. She frequently plays on her own for up to 30 minutes at a time. Why am I complaining, right? Because she’s not cuddly! I kiss and hug her constantly. It feels like my lips are always on her but she is only interested if I’m vigorously tossing her around or playing a game with her. I feel like she looks at me and thinks, “Dance, clown! Dance!” I have to work so hard for a smile and a giggle. My husband simply appears in the room and she’s all smiles. I hope it’s just a phase. I just want her to cuddle me back!

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About divaskychick

Mom, wife, skydiver, rock climber, juicer, crafter and fan of wicked scary zombie novels.
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