Monday, November 23, 2009


Friday, Fry finally went back to his weekly playgroup for the first time in three (or is it four?) weeks. He's really been overdue. I hate the fact that we don't get to visit with our family in Troyes very often and all of our friends live pretty far away, so Fry doesn't get as much interaction with other people as I would like. Plus, I won't lie, it's nice to have an afternoon for myself!

For the first time, Fry flipped out on arrival. It didn't help that they changed rooms at the local rec center and there was a new assistant. Fry was super shy, didn't want to let go of me, and finally I pulled his doudou out from his diaper bag (which is pretty exceptional, as this lovie only stays in his bed, Fry hasn't carried around a preferred toy yet), handed him off to an assistant he knows well, and I took off. I had a lovely couple of hours to myself knitting and playing on the computer.

When I picked him up though, they told me that it took them twenty minutes to calm him down and they nearly called me out of desperation. I figure it must have been pretty bad if the professionals couldn't calm him down! They finally had to pull out the ultimate weapon - the pacifer (which he also only gets in bed). By the time I picked him up, he was happily playing, though he was happy to see me when he saw me. Of course, he got a little nervous because I didn't pick him up fast enough!

I know he's getting to that age where separation is going to be a little difficult, but to be honest, it doesn't bother me too much, I know it's normal. I much prefer this to the alternative; there is one little boy who always cries when his mother comes to get him because he doesn't want to leave. I think I'll keep my clingy kid.


La Rêveuse said...

He'll be fine, and he'll get there, just don't let him see you get upset. Sounds like you're handling it very well!

This week at church, after the kids' sermon, we went into the playroom, where another mom was supervising. Rowan walked over to the play kitchen, starting "cooking", and looked at me. "You can go!" she said, and gave a little 'get out of here' wave in my general direction.

Yeah, sometimes I wish she was a little clingy. At least in public, so it didn't look like she couldn't stand me! ;-)

JChevais said...

My daughter always made it clear that she never wanted to come home with me. The accusing looks I'd get when I showed up after a long day at work were dagger filled.