The Grass is Always Greener...

... follow-up to yesterday's post...

Thanks to an already-planned vacation day, the lucky Doo had both Mama & Daddy with him all day yesterday (Tuesday). J ended the day with a MUni ride at Battlecreek Park, which meant he left at 5:30 for a few hours.

I am not exaggerating to say that Da-Doo cried for hours, wanting his Daddy!

This was the first time he has ever played favorites. It broke my heart.

He refused to go to sleep, elevating his already-high level of crabbiness. There was nothing I could do to make him happy, and so carried him around, bouncing him like a tiny baby for what seemed like hours. I don't know how Mamas of chunky babies can do it!

By the time 9:00 rolled around, the two of us were both at our wit's ends. We saw Daddy's car roll up to the curb, and there were two huge smiles to greet him as he walked in the door. Da-Doo refused to walk to Daddy (see above note about carrying him for hours), so I carried him over and passed him off, so eager to finally eat dinner.

Then... ready for the very predictible punch-line??? ...

Da-Doo cried and cried and CRIED for Mama. He refused to go to bed, because Mama wasn't holding him. Sigh.

'The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence', or, in Da-Doo's world, 'the favored parent is the one not holding you'.