Some days, however, I start to feel like the hired staff. Almost every morning I get T out of bed, our conversation goes something like this:
Me: Good morning!
T: But ... I want Daddy.
Me: Sorry kiddo.
T: Where's Daddy?
Me: He's at work.
T: He'll come home after my nap though.
Me: Yep, he'll come home after your nap.
And last night at dinner:
T: Thanks for getting me milk, Daddy!
Ry: Mommy got you milk. Thank Mommy.
T: Oh. Thanks Mommy. Thanks for making my dinner, Daddy!
Ry: Mommy made your dinner. Thank Mommy.
T: Oh. Thanks Mommy. Thanks for getting my monkey plate Daddy!
Ry: Mommy got your monkey plate.
T: Oh.
And every night when Ry gets home from work:
T: DADDY'S HOME!!!!!!!!! DADDY!!!!!!!! Mommy, Daddy's home!!!
7 comments:
I'm sure part of it is that he sees you more than he sees Ryan.
At any rate, I don't think you're chopped liver!
Voting "NO" on the chopped liver issue.
Voting "YES" that T loves Mommy bunches.
F's favorite is Mommy for sure. F has a Mommy proximity alarm - if she leaves the immediate area, start the countdown. I don't even need to take off shoes and socks to count the seconds in most cases. Even after I have him and he's calm: Mommy re-enters the room and F has a dawning realization that I'm not Mommy. Start the water works. I don't blame him though. She's my favorite too.
Becky and Frank -- Thanks, I know he loves me ... just not as much as Ry.
Ry -- give him a few months, he'll like you best too.
Jenn, do we need to get out the sad sack?
Cathy, I don't know what a sad sack is, but it sounds appropriate.
I once knew a little girl who had a decided preference for her daddy, too. It turned out ok though. She and I are great friends. Smile.
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