Darian is rather a high maintenance little boy. He loves to be held, and it's pretty hard to put him down and let him amuse himself so that we can get stuff done. He's recently started to become interested in his mobile and playmat, but those only work for maybe 10-15 minutes before he gets bored and starts to fuss.
This is kind of frustrating, but yesterday it occurred to me that there will come a day soon enough when he won't need or want to be held as much. There will come a day when he'll stop letting me hold his hand, and there will come a day when he leaves home.
And on those days, I will never regret that my house was dirty all those years ago. I'll only regret that I couldn't hold him more.