Being Held

When I picked Clio up from day care today, Miriam and Alex were stony faced. I expected them to be so happy to have Clio back with them; this was something of a surprise. It turned out she hadn't slept all day, got very jealous when Miriam held Oscar in particular, but anyone in general, and kept holding up her arms to be picked up. Clio is not usually like this.

It occurred to me that, on a vacation which both required the Mommy and the Daddy to contain her often (through airports, on boats, trains, in museums, for meals, etc.), and which involved so very many family members, it was inevitable that Clio was held, and held, and held, to the point of spoiling.

Look how happy:










Sadly, this can't continue. But doesn't it look like fun while it lasted?