We have been having some trouble lately with Jimmy just wanting me all the time and not his dad. With Zach working so much lately, we have been letting him get his way too often. I appreciate the love, but it can be tiring. We have been trying hard to work on this lately because he is going to have a rude awakening when "Fred" gets here (hopefully any day now!).
Last night after I got Jimmy out of the bath and he insisted as usual that I pretend he was a baby I just found, and despite my fat belly I carried him across the house in my arms to hand him off to Dad. I told him that Dad was going to get him ready for bed tonight.
Then he said with a mischievous little smile, "No Mom! I want YOU to do EVERYTHING!"
Zach laughed. I sighed.
Such is life.