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Alisha Stamper's son, Wallace, came to play yesterday. Soren and Wally enjoyed exploring each other's faces, watching me sing nursery rhymes, and listening to a book.

I know this shouldn't make me proud, but Soren was very petulant every time I put Wallace on my lap. He would scoot up to me and pat my leg very purposefully, making squawking protests. He knew that was his place and who was this little usurper?

Then, when Scott came home from work, we watched some of the Olympics for family home evening. Soren sat snuggly on my lap for a little bit but as our attention started to shift more towards each other, he made his presence known by squirming, kicking, and coughing. He often coughs for attention. Soren crawled off my lap (nearly falling off the couch) and settled himself on his daddy's. He wanted some of Scott's attention! He was glad that Dad was home to play.

I know Soren does need to learn to share. Someday (soon, I hope) he will have a little sibling that will require a lot of my attention. And Scott and I feel it is very important to spend time alone together. We have an important one-on-one relationship that needs special nurturing, too. So Soren will have to learn that just because I care for someone else doesn't mean I care for him any less. Still, it is very gratifying to see him develop with a secure attachment to us. Because Scott and I have chosen not to practice most of the principles of "attachment parenting", I've worried that Soren would grow up to be too independent. I do want him to love his family and to enjoy being with us. I want him to develop a healthy view of interdependence within our family unit. He is sealed to us eternally and I know that Scott and I will have a special love for him always, of course greater than the love we hope to develop for all of God's children. We are attached to Soren. For this reason, I am glad he is attached to us as well.

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