Today is the last day of our 27th week… cauliflower week. And tomorrow starts the highly anticipated… or dreaded, third trimester. Cillo and I are starting to get a bit tired.
I’ve written before about Jakey calling me “Daddy” since he changed schools in June. At least 4 months, maybe 6? That was when James established a clear lead in the favorite parent department. My son knew my name was Mama, and would always answer correctly when quizzed, but just preferred to call me Dadd-eee.
And then Mama started her comeback.
It started in October during my birthday weekend in DC. Jakey and Mama spent lots of time bonding and Mama started to finally reestablish her previous dominance. Flash forward to week 27:
4:48am
“Mama! Mama! Are you? Are you? (Where are you?)” Mama and Cillo roll over and pretend we don’t hear anything.
“Mama. Get up. Get up!” I’m pretty sure Cillo groaned at this point. When did Jake learn these new phrases?
It was so much easier not to feel guilty when the little voice from the other room was yelling “Dadd-eee!” Obviously he wants you.
As they always say, be careful what you wish for.
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