Monday, February 6, 2012

Second Fiddle

See that over there?  -------------->

That's a link to my crafty blog.  You should go follow it.  That would make me really happy.

Oh, and while you're there following it, you should also read it.  The new Idea Book just came out and HOLY COW, is self-control in short supply for me right now.  The rush of orders I've taken from customers recently proves I'm not alone in that opinion!  One other note, don't forget we have digital scrapbooking program too.

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You know what's hard?  Suffering through years of infertility, years of medical intervention, years of adoption waiting, and three failed adoptions, only to end up as second best in the eyes of your kid!

For as long as he's been alive, Aidan has preferred the company of his daddy to that of his mom.  Except for two days.  Yes, I have had two glory days out of almost 17 months.  Seems fair, no?

Now that hubby and I are carpooling, we drop him off and pick him up at daycare together instead of me doing it alone.  And every afternoon when we walk in, he sees me, smiles, then sees Daddy, chucks whatever he has in his hand(s), and runs frantically toward him with his arms up, squealing with glee.  It's the sweetest thing in the world!  I'll admit that on Friday, I deliberately stood between the two of them, hoping to be the recipient of this shower of affection.  What did the little turkey do?  He ran AROUND me to fling himself into Daddy's arms.  So funny!

Okay, don't get me wrong, I am over-the-moon THRILLED that they are such good friends.  I really am.  There are so many kids who don't have dads like he has, and that's just a shame.  Dads who wrestle around on the floor with their kids every single day, or who don't shy away from hugs and kisses or saying they love them.  So there's no way I'd trade the benefits of their relationship (for BOTH of them) for anything.  But I'll be honest, it would be nice if I was first choice sometimes.

Hopefully my time will come... before he leaves for college!

Daddy & Aidan cruising for manly things last weekend.
This was the first time we've ever let the boy have free run
in a store like this... mostly because it was Super Bowl
Sunday and the store was completely dead.
Boy, did he have fun! So cute to watch.


Mrs. Gamgee said...

I soooooo know what you mean! Ginny has been saying Dada for months now... but no sign of Mommy. And when my Beloved comes home from work, Ginny will hear his keys in the lock or the sound of him checking the mailbox (it squeaks) and she races to the door, bouncing on her toes and hyperventilating.

Jem said...

I actually hope this happens in my case, what with us using donor sperm to create this baby. It would thrill me for her to love Mr. Jem and react stronger to him.

Okay, that's only half true. It would hurt, too.

Diana - FreeStyleMama said...

I am guessing those 2 days that he wanted mommy was when he had stomach flu or similar.