on being second.

this kid lives to hang out with his dad.  all that time spent with me during the day? he's just passing the time until dad gets home.

ok, maybe that's an exaggeration.  but seriously, this little boy has the word "daddy" on repeat.  all.  day.  long.  first thing in the morning after his diaper's changed & we leave his room to get breakfast, parker cranes his neck to look in our bedroom to see if sam's in there.  "daddy?"  when he sees that our room is empty, his little smile quickly fades & a look of disappointment takes over.

yeah, sorry parker.  you're stuck with me today.  the one who makes your breakfasts & lunches, changes your diapers, takes you for runs, takes you on play dates, & reads you endless stories all day long, every weekday.

how disappointing.

but it's ok.  i'm pretty sure i'm ok being chosen second when sam's around.  it's kinda fun for them to have "their thing".  because sam misses out on so much when he's away all day at work, i like that parker makes up for it when he's at home.  and maybe parker knows sam doesn't get to experience warm post-nap baby cheeks every day like i do {they are THE best!}.  he doesn't get to have long jibberish-filled conversations in the car every day on the way to stroller strides either. so even though i'm an afterthought once dad comes home, it's ok because we've already had our time.

so maybe i'm not actually second place after all... maybe parker just knows how to share the love evenly?  yeah, that's it.  at least, that's what i'm gonna tell myself the next time parker chooses to watch sam mow the lawn through the window over cuddletime on the couch with me.  seems easier that way.

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