G is very different. Just this past Monday morning, I was juggling with my laptop bag, lunch box, tote bag, purse, and coffee mug when he asked me to hold him. When I asked him how that would even be possible, he answered, "Hold me in one arm, and yours stuff in the other!"
Here's G while I'm blowdrying my hair, asking me to hold his book.
This morning, I had a dentist appointment. G went with me, carrying only what would fit in the red backpack pictured above. He sat quietly, coloring and watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while I got my teeth cleaned. "Hold me, Mama," I thought I heard him say above my mp3 music. I listen to tunes so I don't have to hear scraping. I held his hand, then patted him on the head. Then I felt something on my stomach. It was his book and drawings...he wanted me to hold them.