A strong tell that you have a velcro baby is that any hot drink ends up not drunk and stone-coldI have a velcro kid.
She constantly wants “tuddles” (cuddles); will come and find me whenever I’m on the toilet (and will stand there, not breaking eye contact, until I’ve finished); and even if I manage to sit her down in front of CBeebies for five minutes, I’ll turn around 10 seconds later and there she’ll be.
I can’t cook dinner without having to pick her up (I have one muscly arm as a result), I’m the only one she wants when she wakes in the night, and if anyone else is enjoying my attention...? Well, that makes them enemy number one.
Her dad can’t get a look-in. Neither can her sister. She wants me – and only me – and while it’s absolutely wonderful (who doesn’t want to feel so loved and needed?), ...
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