I kind of wondered when and if this day would come, the day when Vivi showed a obvious preference between parents. I thought that maybe it was a one time thing since I was all busy being postpartumally depressed with Addie that she took to liking her dad a lot more, but today proved otherwise.
When Vivi saw me for the first time yesterday morning after I had been gone all weekend she said squeaked at me, pulled my hair, then demanded I feed her breakfast, and give her all of my stuff to play with. She sobbed when I didn’t follow through on her final request (PHONES ARE NOT BABY TOYS VIVI.)
When she saw Cody come through the door at lunch she screamed an enthusiastic “HI DAD!” and ran to meet him at the door just as fast as those little chunky legs could carry her. At one point he dared to go to the bathroom and Vivi followed him to the door and sobbed giant crocodile tears until he was done and she was back in his arms.
Y’all, I may have baked her, but her daddy has her heart.
I can remember with Addie being so offended that she liked Cody so much more than me. SHE WOULDN’T BE ALIVE IF IT WEREN’T FOR ME AND MY UTERUS. I was convinced that from year one she was going to hate me, love her dad and end up in therapy because I never loved her enough as a baby.
The second time around? Yeah, it kind of sucks, but to be fair I kind of want to scream “HI CODY!” run to the door and hang on him all day too. In the end I know we’ll have a completely separate and unique relationship compared to the one she has with Cody and if it’s anything near as wonderful as the one I have with Addie today? I can manage a few more years of being the second string parent.
Sometimes it seems like even the cats like Cody better.
I’m with her all day, I’m old news. But Cody’s the one that leaves in the morning and plays the world’s longest game of peek a boo with her Monday through Friday under the guise of “having a job.”
To any first time parents out there who may be sad that you’re not your baby’s favorite? Your day is coming, they just have to realize how boring your spouse is before they move on to how awesome and amazing you are. (Or at least that’s what I tell myself.)