About a week ago TweeterPea finally developed a case of the dreaded SEPARATION ANXIETY. She has been freaking out pretty much everytime I put her down or walk away from her. Along with this has come the beginnings of the "pushing it" phase: pushing the boundaries, pushing the off-limit buttons, checking to see if we really mean "No". Ya know, the usual stuff.
This morning she was following me around as I attempted to get ready for work; sometimes playing but mostly crying because I wouldn't pick her up and carry her everywhere. Then when I was finally ready for work I picked her up and sat in the glider with her. She promptly laid her head on my chest and snuggled into my arms.
I spent the next twenty minutes rocking my sweet, cuddly little baby girl.