Brooks likes to be held. Let me rephrase that: Brooks is happy when he's being held. Hmm, I could rephrase that again: If I attempt to put Brooks down, or even think about putting Brooks down, he gives me the biggest sad face quickly followed by a fierce cry that tells me he thinks someone should call CPS on me for putting him down.
See exhibit A:
So sue me if I've stooped to putting my 3 month old in front of the TV to give my arm a break. He likes it. Until he sees me out of the corner of his eye and suddenly realizes he's not being held anymore. Then it's back to square one.
Lucky for him, I like to hold him. He's a mama's boy already!
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