What did you expect? He's a momma's boy.
I thought I was doing so good making sure Tate had a sitter watch him every couple of weeks so that he wouldn't be sooo attached to me. The part I neglected to factor in was that the sitter always watches him here. At our house. In his surroundings.
So, this week when I joined the Y, I was so excited to take him to the FREE Child Watch. That's right, FREE! It makes me smile just typing it. FREE. Free. fRee. frEe. freE. free.
The first day did not go so well. I got a whole 15 minutes on the treadmill. They didn't come get me, but I could see him crying from all the way across the gym. I couldn't take it so I went and rescued him.
Today was much better. My friend Kim brought her 13 month old daughter Ginny who has never had an inkling of stranger/seperation anxiety. We thought that might rub off on Tate...and hoped that the opposite wouldn't happen. He started crying as soon as I handed him over. It was soooo hard to walk away. But I did. After 1/2 an hour on the bikes, Kim walked over to peek in on them. They were both fine, although Tate did have a death grip on the head lady's shirt. She's cute...can you blame him?
He made it the whole hour. Of course, as soon as I walked in to pick him up, he started crying again.
posted by Shellby @ 9:23 AM
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Aw! Poor Tate! Libby is pushing me out the door at day care. It just takes time. One thing you could do is spend time with the lady and Tate playing on the floor etc. And praise the woman there and hug her and whatnot, that will show Tate that she is safe because you love her and he can love her too. Seems kinda silly, but it worked for Libby. Now she practically prefers the teachers at day care! go figure.
And how is it he's getting cuter every day? It's too much. He's just too cute. I'll have to come pinch his cheeks some day.
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