Isobel has a problem with people hugging me. It angers her. It is not allowed. She screams and, if possible, tries to force her way in between myself and the person I’m hugging. If I’m holding her while I’m trying to hug someone else? She tries to push them back. I’m her Mama. How dare they?
It’s cute but it’s also really irritating. I just want to hug my husband! Sheesh! And a kiss? Forget it. She makes such a big stink that we have resorted to sneaking stolen kisses and rapid, verboten hugs when we pass in the hallway.
She gets jealous if I’m holding a cat or another baby, too. I have to be very careful about holding Kingston around her.
For some reason she has reserved her jealousy only for me until now. She officially got jealous when Anthony was holding Kingston. I have to say, I think Anthony really enjoyed it.
“What does Dad think he’s doing?!”
“Are you seeing this, Mother?!”
“Don’t just stand there, do something!”