Mommy is always there

It is odd how quickly one falls into certain oddities of being a Mom. Not only, am I afraid, do I lick my fingers and wipe stuff off of Ben's face, but I also find myself holding my hand out so that he can spit food into it when he doesn't like something. He also hands me just about anything he finds on the floor and I take it unthinkingly.

This, however, may have to stop.

Yesterday he walked over to me as I lay in bed sleepily (see Ben's new sister for an explanation of the new sleepiness in our lives) with forefinger and thumb extended, to hand me something unseeable. A few moments later he was back, this time with a slight crumb in his fingers. I took this, too.

He then took his forefinger and put it right back in his nose, where said crumb was clearly from.