I heard Dylan happily gibber - jabbering away in his crib this morning. I walked in and greeted him excitedly, expecting that enthusiasm to be reciprocated. And usually, it is. But, this morning his face fell and his lower lip slipped out.
"Whats wrong, Buddy?" I asked, trying to cheer him up after the usual "Good morning's" and "How did you sleep's" went unanswered.
With the saddest little pouty face ever, all he whispered was "Dada."
I realized then that he was disappointed that it was me that came in to greet him this morning. Strange because Dave rarely does wake up calls with him since his is long gone by the time the boys get up 6 out of the 7 days of the week. But for some reason, today, he just wanted his Daddy.
I blame Dave for this! Lately, I am practically shunned whenever Daddy is around. I am not allowed to read him books, put his shoes on, even push the grocery cart if he is riding shotgun. Just last night I was laughing at Dave while we were outside playing after dinner. They all went out to toss the football around while I was cleaning up. By the time I got out there they were practically in a tug-of-war match over Daddy. Dave was unsuccessfully darting back and forth from pushing Dylan on the swing to tossing and catching the football with Chase. Neither of them were happy with this arrangement. I jumped in, trying to ease the situation and naturally, I went to Dylan. But, after one push from Mom he was screaming and thrashing and calling for Daddy. Dave left a pouting Chase with the football and rushed over to calm Dylan down. I just stepped back and watched for a minute, trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. Well, no wonder! Dave is pushing him and then catching him mid-air and tickling him. Then he starts doing this fake out thing where he pretends Dylan has just kicked him in the face while he swings forward. Dylan just laughs and laughs as Dave jerks his head back in this big exaggerated production. Yeah, I see the problem, I am definitely not very fun. Dave sneaks away to play football with Chase who is pouting and won't give him the ball. To cheer him up, Dave picks him up and tosses him in the air, announcing, "I got the ball, Momma, but this big kid is attached to it!" Then, he pretends he is going to toss me the "ball" and Chase is cracking up by now too. Dylan is now squirming to get out of his swing because he wants Daddy to fling him around in the air pretending he is a football too. I don't even stand a chance! I later scolded Dave for over indulging them and being too fun.
"What can I say..." he smiles, "They just LOVE their ol' Dad!"
And they do! I will admit it, there is a small part of me that is a bit jealous of how they stumble over themselves just to be near him. But the bigger part of me wouldn't, I mean
couldn't have it any other way.