When I was pregnant with Graham, almost everyone who saw me told me they thought I was having a girl. That would have been fine, but I really wanted to have a boy first. I thought that an older brother to look after any future daughter of mine would be the ideal birth order. That, and because boys always have a special bond with their Mommy, or so it’s been told.
As Graham started to grow up, there was definitely a favourite parent. The parent who he ran to when he was hurt. The parent he most wanted to spend time with. The parent that he cherished the most.
Daddy.
Then we had Nathan. Same scenario. Daddy was the MAN.
I get it. I married this great man that they know as Daddy. He’s my favourite man too. I try not to take it personally. There’s a special bond among men as well. The whole “Band of Brothers” thing. I totally get it.
When Emily came along, I knew that she would be Daddy’s little girl. That’s the other story that’s been told. But after witnessing the bond between the boys and their Dad, I thought that Emily and I might share that same bond. You know. The Girls.
Nope. Daddy’s the favourite.
It’s gotten to the point that when he leaves the room, she cries. The bottom lip comes out, she whimpers, and then the crocodile tears start flowing. Like a river. This from a girl who so rarely makes an unhappy peep.
Maybe I stink (I do). Maybe I’m just not cool (I’m not). Maybe Daddy is just the GREATEST PERSON ON THE PLANET (he is). How could I not pale in comparison?
It’s a battle I just can’t win. Like I said above, I get it. I did marry him after all (at least I’m smart!).
So while he’s busy hanging out with these guys:
Just think of all of the “me” time I can have! Except I might get lonely and have to drown my sorrows in Diet Coke. Maybe they’ll have pity on me and let me tag along. They owe me at least that after the whole “pushing someone the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of an orange” trick I did for them.
This isn’t necessarily pertaining to your post, per se, but I have this case of diet coke in our basement that’s just sitting there, and if I lived closer or if it wasn’t for the cost of freight, I’d send it to you because you seem to be referencing diet coke A LOT lately in your posts
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I finished the bag of the cadbury eggs. Although, I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been drinking diet pepsi jazz (strawberry + cola? wtf. but not so bad.) today. Also? Me and my sisters were all mommys girls when we were kids for the sole reason of having a father the was Crazy and Angry most of the time so kudos to you for picking out such a great man as the father of those precious babies of yours. But he did have plenty of free time when everyone stayed away from him…
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I hear ya…I am not consider the superstar either…but you know, ever once in awhile…when Connor’s sick or needs some down time…it’s all about the mom!
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Ian has always been all about Daddy. I rarely get Ian time voluntarily. He routinely tells me “Ian loves Daddy, Mommy loves Jay-Jay, and Daddy loves Ian and Jay-Jay loves Mommy”. Jayden is a little more of a mommy’s boy, I love it.
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Before you even said it in your post, I was thinking “wow, but what about all the ME time she must be getting” … then I read on! LOL
Tyler is a Daddy’s boy for sure but Ethan has always been a Mummy’s boy!! I wonder if it will change over the years?!
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Daddy must feel so special!
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Daddy’s are just so special. First thing every morning. Where is DAddy, not goodmorning mommy. Those pics are great. I will come and see you guys this week some time. We have been crazy busy.
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Sometimes I wish our kids were more “daddy” kids, but even when Ed is right next to me, they ask me to help with everything and want to go everywhere with me. First thing in the morning is “mommy!! Where are you!” I dont mind it at all because one day they may not always want me!
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Daddy’s are the best. Jillian was like that too. And I am pretty sure that me and my sisters were with my dad too. My mom is very bitter about it. She cooked and cleaned and played with us all day long and then when dad came home from work, it was like she was invisible. I am not sure why that is.
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It’s the same way in our house
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Kids take their mothers for granted. We’re too good to them … but what can you do?
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Daddy may be Daddy, but Mommy is by far the smartest to have married such a great Daddy.
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