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I thought I would be fine with it.
But really, it kind of hurt my feelings.
In the first six weeks of life, little E would routinely settle down for the magic wielding wonder-dad. After that, he has been all about mama. Anytime he needed comfort or snuggles, he would want me. Me. Me. Me. While I loooved it, I occasionally wondered how it would be to have a moment to cook dinner without twenty pounds on my hip. I felt a little guilty.
When the moment finally came, it totally caught me by surprise. However, I was glad it was Granny who temporarily usurped my position. Little E squirmed out of my arms, stumbled over to her and threw his arms up. That afternoon, she was the only one he wanted.
Sigh. My baby is growing up.