So when my son gets up, he needs to have a snack. I don't think his dad realizes how long it is between noon-ish and 5:00-5:15-ish for a 17-month-old child. So when I get home, I usually have to be the one to bust out the snack. On Monday, I had grapes left from my lunch, so Lukin and I sat on the couch and finished them. Then yesterday, we sat on the couch and had goldfish. Baby goldfish. Of course, he doesn't seem to have any use for his mom when he gets up. He really just wants to be held, and since he was napping with Daddy, he wants to be held by Daddy. This makes me sad. But at least, he will come with me for the snack part.
Sonny says that I shouldn't take it personally. He points out that when it is time for bed, Lukin wants Mommy. He will whine if I am in the room and am not rocking with him. In fact, I realized this when I tried to sit down on the couch when he was rocking with Daddy. It was like one of those cartoons where the baby starts to cry only when one certain thing happens. That was Lukin. Every time I would bend my knees to sit on the couch, he would fuss because he wanted me to come sit with him. Then when you reach out your arms to him, he giggles because that is what he wants. It's pretty cute, actually.
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Naughty.
Yeah. It's like "I love you, as long as you have a snack." My son's conditional love for his mother.
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