Little boys prefer their mommies. It’s one of those laws of nature. It’s why, back when we had one child, I pined for a little girl. I’m over that now. Now I’m perfectly willing to say “Honey, the baby wants you” or “Go ask Mommy.” You get the idea. Mommy’s home, daddy takes the evening off.
But a new wrinkle has developed in this little drama. It’s this. Since our babies nurse they sleep in bed with us. (Any comments debating the pros and cons of this practice will be deleted. You are not allowed to argue on my blog.) All is well up until this point, or should I say this child. Nathaniel has decided he doesn’t like me. If he’s sleeping peacefully alone in our bed and I get in too he wakes up. It doesn’t matter how quietly or gently I lie down. First he stirs a little, then he starts fussing. But Karen shows up and all is right with the world. It doesn’t matter what time of day this is. Early morning, late at night, whatever. Last night Karen was updating her blog and I had to call her in just so I could go to sleep.
If you’re having difficulty following me, let me summarize. I have been banished from my own bed by a four-month-old.
The funny thing is this. Karen will come home from work and pick up Nate. But he’s still staring at me. This has been giving Karen a complex of sorts, and she’s terrified that Nate is favoring me over her. The truth is this. He’s sitting on her lap staring at me thinking (in Stewie’s voice) “She’s mine! You hear?! I’ll soon be rid of you!”
I’m going to be watching this one very closely….