December 17, 2009
Cameron is starting to recognize people he knows. Whenever I ask him where Camber is, he points to his sister. He also can correctly identify his brothers and dad.
Things become a little more difficult, however, when I ask him to identify his primary caregiver.
"Where's mommy?" I ask pointing at myself.
Without fail, Cameron responds by looking out the window or staring off into space.
"I'm right here!" I hoot as I do jumping jacks and metaphorical back flips in my living room.
Eventually my son's eyes shift to the cat, who is sleeping on the arm of the sofa. He giggles and points at the animal.
"Little stinker," I mumble under my breath.
It's as if the harder I try to get his attention, the more he ignores me.
Clearly dating taught me nothing about men.