Somehow when I was warned of this clingy phase at six months, I didn't expect there to be quite so much literal clinging. This nap is face touching face, both hands firmly in my hair, and just barely dozing while rocking and listening to Ani DiFranco.
Newer Ani. The mothering, political and love songs, not the "tortured, melodramatic, self -absorbed" stuff. She's a baby, after all.
So, I'll just be over here holding my baby 22 hours a day (or whatever. If I kept close track, it might be distressing.)