C has been a daddy’s girl her whole life. Fortunately, Scott’s been a very involved daddy, so with the exception of 5 minutes after he leaves, and 5 minutes before he comes home, there is very little opportunity for C to search the house longingly for him. The only downfall is that her love for her daddy often comes at the expense of her mommy.
Miss C was somewhat uncharacteristic this weekend.
Saturday morning, she couldn’t get enough of her mama. She sulked when Scott got up with her to let me sleep. She ran over to me with an armful of books when I got up. When she needed some extra snuggles as she worked on cutting a tooth, she called to me. After an all-too-short nap, she sat calmly on my lap as I rocked and sang to her.
I wouldn’t, for the world, want to alter C’s relationship with Scott, because nothing brings me more joy than seeing the two of them together. But those days when she walks past Scott to come directly to me? Ya, those are a really close second.