This is Will's new favorite thing to say. It comes out of his mouth at least 57 times a day. If he needs a diaper change, "I want my daddy!" Someone to open his granola bar, "I want my daddy!" Put his shoes on, "I want my daddy!" Get him out of bed in the morning, "I want my daddy!" The list goes on. He's been doing this for a few days now, and as much as I'd love to just take advantage of not having to change dirty diapers or get out of bed in the morning to go get him from his crib, the truth is, it hurts my feelings a bit.
Don't get me wrong, I am overjoyed that Will loves his daddy. I love that they have a close bond and that he is so attached to him. He has fun with Rob. He knows that he can depend on him. His daddy is capable of helping him with whatever he needs. That makes me happy. That makes me proud. However, the mom in me just wants to say him, "Hey kid, I pushed you out of my vagina! I think I can put your sock on!" Okay, so maybe that's not entirely accurate since I had a c-section, but still, he was there, in my stomach, kicking around like a kangaroo. Maybe something like, "Hey kid, I had you pulled from a big gaping hole in my stomach!" would be more appropriate? Though, that might give him terrible nightmares, at which point he would wake up screaming, "I WANT MY DADDY!!" And I'd only have myself to blame.