the time has come

Porter. My sweet little man. So darn cute, but also so darn attached! When he was really little I denied it every time Chad said he didn't like him. Well, the sad truth is that he was right. He now loves his Daddy, he just clings to his Mommy. It has been extra bad lately. Porter is currently taking antibiotics for his third ear infection since February. Along the way he has had thrush, and had four teeth break through. I admit he has had a reason to be a little cranky, and even a little clingy. However, the time has come to at least ease him into allowing me to be more than three feet away at all times. Today he only had two fits, and in the end, had a great time playing with Aimee. Lucky for him he doesn't understand that Aimee tattled on him for playing in the blinds and insisted that he had to go to time out. I am hoping that eventually his wounded soldier crawl will further liberate him, and not serve solely as a means of getting within a certain proximity of Mommy.