Craziness at Casa D'Ovary with the holidays and the traveling and the whatnot (we're away right now, so computer access has been hard, thus my suckly posting). What the past week has taught me is that my bond with MP is still fledgling, as hard as that is to admit. (I guess my frequent kissing attacks have not succeeded in their mission yet.)
MP is very attached to me when we are around strangers, and she won't go to people she doesn't know, but this week was the first one we've left her (with grandparents) and she was absolutely. fine. Which--I will admit--kind of broke my heart a teensy bit. Because I am an evil wench who wants my child to despair when I leave. (Ack!) Random and I went out for about five hours during the day, and MP didn't bat a pretty little eyelid when we left and seemed to barely notice when we returned. I could have been the fuller brush guy. She didn't cry the entire time we were gone, either.
She seems to need me and only me to put her to bed--she won't have anyone else, for the most part--but otherwise she seems very okay to go to her grandparents whenever, to hang out with other people, to watch me leave the room. This is killing me. I know we've only been her parents since September 11. I know I should chill and let her grow into us. And it's horrible to want my kiddo to be upset when I'm not around--I mean, that's not nice to wish for, right?! I said to Random--maybe it's because she's so attached and secure-feeling that she's okay when we leave, she knows we'll come back? But part of me thinks--nah, it's probably because she's not really sure you're her parents for good yet.
Otherwise, MP is freaking awesome. Pictures coming, once we get back on home turf and I can get back to our routine. Until then I'm going to glue her to me and continue to annoy her with my constant smooches.