The weekend == Daddy time. Jack’s been very attached to his dad lately. Yesterday morning Chris got him out of his crib and was holding him for a bit til he had to go take a shower. He handed Jack to me and Jack started crying and sadly saying “Dada!” When Chris comes home, Jack runs over to the laundry room door to greet him (it connects to the garage). It’s wonderful to see him love his daddy so much.
In general, Jack hasn’t shown a lot of preference between me and Chris, but when Chris’s parents were visiting, there were a couple of times when he wanted me more. Very unusual. It’s nice to see it go both ways.
It also cracks me up to see what Jack refers to when he points and says “Mama!” or “Dada!”. The TV, the beer in the fridge, and the blue toy car are all “Dada”. Things that are “Mama!”: pictures of blimps (because of the time Jack and I saw a blimp together.. what were you thinking?) , the washing machine (great), and the chair where I sit at the table.
