It is a secret to no one that Eric and I have our fair share of social anxiety. Before I even got pregnant, I worried about the fear of new people we were going to pass on to our children. In addition, all children go through stages of stranger anxiety; and the majority of Sam’s life has been spent at home, with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if Sam was terrified of new people.
However, Sam is proving time and again that he is his own little person. He LOVES meeting new people! He lights up, smiles, giggles, and basically becomes a child actor every time we leave the house. I have stopped to look at a price at Target and turned back to the cart to find Sam waving merrily at everyone walking by. He believes doctors and nurses are his best friends. He thinks nothing of climbing up and over any adult in any play area. The only exception to his delight in strangers has been meeting Santa Claus. Finding himself on the lap of an alarming-looking old man was cause for panic on Sam’s part.
Last night we had Scott from Source Mortgage over to discuss refinancing our house. Sam didn’t pay much attention to Scott; I kept him busy with snacks and his sippy cup for most of the evening (see yesterday’s post). Eventually Sam toddled over to Scott and smiled up at him. Scott picked him up and set him on his lap. Sam seriously studied Scott’s face for a moment or two, and then leaned forward and offered him an open-mouthed, slobbery kiss. Sam is finicky with his kisses – to date, he has only kissed his stuffed baby, his toy phone, Eric (once), me (twice), and now Scott.
I guess mortgage brokers need love, too.
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