As I predicted, the pendulum has swung the other way. The Boy has been a Daddy's Boy since the weekend started. He's swung back from being a Momma's Boy - although he still goes to her for copious hugs and cuddles, of course. But, he's always seeking me out when we're at home, yells for me when I'm not in the room, and always wants to see and to touch whatever I'm doing.
I love it.
There is nothing about a "Daddy's Boy" that I dislike. I love that he wants to play games with me. I love that he wants to play trains with me. I love that he wants to crawl places with me, and I love that, when I carry him around, he imperiously orders me to go in the direction he wants. "Daddy be a horsey," indeed.
Today, The Wife stopped by school to drop my cel phone off, which I - ever so intelligently - left at home this morning. He was quite sad, apparently, when I kissed him goodbye and they left for the Valerie Fund Center. He made his feelings known to any and to all who were nearby that he wanted Daddy. While I don't wish a cranky baby on my wife, I think that it's awesome that I'm a favorite of his.
(Sounds silly, doesn't it? I wasn't worried, really; it's just nice.)
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His weight today was 24 pounds, 9 ounces. He's a Fatty McFatfat, which is awesome. He's got that chubby back in his cheeks, and he's working on that double chin and chubby little belly.
All right. Got to go.