Honestly, it also infuriates me too. Remember when you were chasing after your two year old all day, keeping them from hurting themselves and constantly finding a nice way to say "no"? Yes, that. There are days that I want to scream that he is still not convinced of our love.
The thing that helps is those ugly memories of his first
Trying to embrace the attachment thing, even though it makes me want to pull my hair out. That means E stays by my side. We decided we'd do some baking. Molly made bread, E made banana bread and Zeke and I made sweet potato soup. All at once. Music blaring, flour flying, everyone talking at once and no one really listening. It was a blast. The only thing he broke was eggs. Lots. But no lies were told. He smiled at me and I wasn't pushed away once. We laughed that Molly's bread tasted like glue and rotten bananas are fun to squish. We talked about birth moms and yeast and how the Oscars are stupid. It was messy and loud and grand.