I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, hoping that this progress holds...

This morning, after looking at all the teddies in the Sears Christmas Wishbook, B announced that there shouldn't be so many teddies in the world because babies needed to cuddle with their parents more than with teddies. Quite a revelation...so I took him on my lap and cuddled him (he's 12, so is quite a lapful) and told him how it would have been if he'd been my baby. I would have carried him close to me in a baby sling when he was very wee (I showed him how big he would have been) and curled up with him during naps, and let him snuggle and sleep on my shoulder when I watched TV. When he got bigger I would have carried him in a baby backpack a lot of the time until he wanted to walk around by himself. I also would have had him sleep with us at night, rather than in a crib, family bed style. He was very pleased to know all this, sad that he hadn't had it as a baby, interested that his sisters had, and reassured that I would have done it for him (for us) had he been mine from birth. Now he's gone off to make me scrambled eggs for breakfast.

A magical moment that will carry me through several days of pukey behaviour!!!