After being sick for 5 days straight I am finally feeling more myself. I went back to school on monday, and then Daddy and I had the evening to ourselves while Mommy went to a special Bach soprano rehearsal. We did bathtub Skyping with Grandma and Grandpa because it was Grandpa’s birthday! Mommy misses out on all the fun!
Over the weekend we went to visit Gigi, Grandpa, and Uncle Joe. I was still not feeling well, but managed to have some fun with my new bubble lawn mower.
You can see all of the pictures HERE
I’m getting jealous of Daddy! While I know Preston knows how to say Mama, and does on rare occasions, everything else is about Daddy. When I pick him up from daycare he asks for Dada. When we get home he asks for Dada. When Daddy gets home and leaves the room he asks for Dada. When Daddy leaves for work in the morning he gets very concerned and points to the door wimpering for Dada.
When Mommy leaves? Nothing.
Even this morning he threw a major tantrum when I went to get him. He didn’t calm down until Daddy took him downstairs for breakfast. What am I? Chopped liver?
I’m not actually that upset about this. I sort of set it up myself, because Preston and I talk about Daddy a lot. I also know that kids sometimes develop parental preferences, and that it’s usually only a phase. I also know that he loves me, and that he comes to me when he is upset and needs love. He gives me the most kisses, and he’s thrilled to see me when I pick him up every afternoon.
I just wish he would call me Mama.