I know there comes a point in every child's life where they begin to exhibit a preference for one parent over the other. I once thought this point would take place sometime before my boys hit the age of 13 or whenever the onset of puberty is these days.
However in this house? It looks like I'm not getting off the hook that easy.
Maclane? Well, at nearly two months old and still A Boob Man, I understand his upfront affection and downright necessity for me. But my two year old, what's his excuse? He takes the title "Mama's Boy" to a whole other level.
In fact, I'm starting to feel badly for The Husband. Poor guy gets the short end of the stick just minutes after he walks in the door. Regardless of my husband's availability for even the most minor of tasks, The Toddler insists that I fill his sippy cup, that I put his shoes on, that I am the one who takes him upstairs and puts him to bed at night.
Now, Daddy is great for a lot of things and The Toddler knows this. Daddy is the best wrestler of the house and he's the best for taking long walks to the park. Not to mention that Daddy gives the best baths complete with Way Too Many Soap Bubbles, so don't go thinking that Daddy is totally obsolete in the equation.
But nine times out of ten? I'm The Toddler's favorite. If the tables were turned I'm sure I would be writing a very similar post to the tune of "woe is me, why doesn't my toddler want me" and I have no doubt, would I be blogging in say, twelve more years, that I will be absolutely devastated once The Toddler realizes he's way too cool for me.
But until then? I wish he'd realize just how cool his Daddy is.. and how capable he is at filling sippy cups and slipping shoes on.