Yes, yes, my youngest son is one great big momma's boy. And do I care? No! I love it. He's a giant boob, but he is my boob. (lol) He's whiny and only mommy can fix the problems in his world. He does not like to be away from me. When he does sleep overs we have to make him go, and he won't stay away from me for more than two nights in a row. Who does he come to at 5:30 am when he wakes up? Me. Who has to say his prayers, read his bedtime story, and tuck him in? Me. When we're at home he stays in the room I'm in. He checks to see if something is my favorite before he proclaim it as also his favorite. I try to make him more independent, but he wants nothing to do with independence. So I figure what the heck? He won't want to be around me all the time forever, I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
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My middle one is still a mama's boy. He's also the first one to run off with friends, but the first one to need my hugs when he's sad...
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