Caterpillar is getting bigger and is starting to let his personality shine.  He has become a total Mama/Monga’s boy, which is fine by us since Monkey was always a Daddy/Papa’s girl. He is starting to get closer to sleeping through the night, and his routine is finally settling in.

However, there are times when he still just wants to be held.  Sometimes, he is so afraid of me putting him down that he will take his tiny he-man fist and grab hold of my necklace, as if he knows that will pull me closer in an effort to keep the chain from breaking. Once he has his fingers wrapped around my cross, he goes back into his peaceful slumber.  I would love to get a picture of it, but that would be nearly impossible.

I was talking to my mom on the phone the other day and we were joking about how it must be a piece of cake to be a baby.  Everyone pampers you, you’re fed whenever you want, and someone even wipes your butt!  But, just as we were talking about that, Caterpillar lost his pacifier and just about lost his mind during the 3.2 seconds it took me to locate it and pop it back in.  In that moment, with the slight loosening of his lips, his world was turned upside down.

I can’t even count how many times I have done what Caterpillar now does.  I am going along, pacified, and in an instant my world is turned upside down.  I fall apart.  I kick my legs and scream and yell.  But in reality, all I need to do is take my tiny hands, and grab onto that huge cross.  When I do, I am usually hanging on for dear life, and it is only then that I am able to relax.  Only then do I realize how little I control, and only then does He provide my peaceful slumber.