Can a baby be lazy?
Because if so, I think I am in for it with this kid.
Three times today, this is how our conversation went. Lute and Eddie had already made their way downstairs, and I waited (semi)patiently for George to make his descent.
me: Come on, buddy, let's go.
george: Cay-wee you?
me: You want me to carry you?
george: Ok, sure!
So I pick him up and he nestles into the crook of my neck like it's the best place he's ever been. He's my snuggler.
But just until we get to the bottom of the stairs.
"Down now, Mama!" he shouts.
"So you're using me?" I say.
He smiles that toothy grin that melts me to my core.
He never wants to go up, either. While Lute and Eddie practically race to the top to see who is fastest, George sits on the bottom step, waiting to be carried.
And I do it. Every. Single. Time.
Yeah, that kid has me wrapped around his little finger.
I might be in trouble.