Tonight, I am thankful for my video camera. I love my video camera! How did parents ever raise children without capturing every adorable moment for posterity??
Exhibit A: learning to juggle
Exhibit B: signing her colors
Exhibit C: dancing (again)
On a completely unrelated note, check out the Motherlode post on different parenting philosophies. Quite an interesting read. Even more interesting is the list of parenting advice at the end. One of the suggestions is:
Never hug and kiss them, never let them sit in your lap. If you must, kiss them once on the forehead when they say good night. Shake hands with them in the morning. Give them a pat on the head if they have made an extraordinary good job of a difficult task. “Psychological Care of Infant and Child,” John B. Watson, 1928
Thank goodness it is 2010 because there are moments when I cannot stop myself from squeezing that baby. Is this urge instinctual or cultural (especially in these attachment parenting times)? Do I feel this way because it is expected that I should, or is it something more ingrained in our nature as mommies?