Barnacle Baby

Ah, I jokingly refer to Princess Fiona this way. When Buttercup was born, she was just as interested in Dad and Grandpa as she was Mom. When Fiona emerged, her focus was entirely on me. At first, having wished for a child that was more cuddly to me, I delighted in the mama love. That quickly faded when the responsibilities of feeding her overwhelmed me. We are talking 45 minutes every hour and a half. That's all she wanted to do. I couldn't entirely blame her, she was 10 and a half pounds at birth (Hubby and I blame the TPN the doctors fed me with for 6 weeks of my pregnancy). Anyway, as she grew, so did her ability to move and follow me around. We have videos where I would sit down to film her and just get video of her little diapered fanny backing into me to sit in my lap.
So now, during times of distress for her, you can find her following me around. I was in our Wii room (did I mention we have an actual room for it? We put it in our formal dining room, minus the dining room table, of course) and she sat down next to me on our little couch, between me and Moe playing Star Wars. Then I wandered into the Study to read, while sitting on my rocking chair. When I came out of my book, a few minutes later, I realized Fiona was in my lap. She found me in my bedroom later, watching a TV program. I have gotten so used to it that I don't automatically notice her on me!
We talk about how she's my baby and we discuss the age I have to stop calling her a baby and cuddling her. She's basically extended the timetable to until she doesn't fit in my lap any more. As she is supposed to be shorter than her big sister and shorter than me, I don't know if she will ever be too big to be my baby. I told her that's just fine, since I can't have any more kids, I will need her to be the baby as long as she wants to. For now, I am just happy to have this...