|The lengths I go to win her affection|
Despite my best efforts to get in on the action, Peanut for the most part just won't have it. And forcing her on me makes it seem like a punishment. "Let daddy help you or else?" Um... no. The road to affection was not paved with ultimatums.
|We have our moments...if I give her soda|
I can't really blame her. Mommy is awesome. She's tender, caring, understanding, patient and just plain great at being a mom. The best I've seen. I just wish I could help.
I got a taste of what it might be like to be the preferred parent when we had one of Peanut's friends over for a play date. She'd climb on my lap without thinking twice, hold my hand without protest, laughed at all of my jokes, listened when I asked her or told her to do something. That is, the friend did those things. It lasted three hours.
|My queen and my princess|
Later that night, we had a movie night. We made popcorn, turned off all the lights, and picked a movie none of us had seen from Netflix. Again, it was all mommy. She wants to sit with mommy, share a drink with mommy, eat popcorn with mommy. I laid down my head near Peanut's feet, and she quietly protested by extending her legs to shove me out of the way. We corrected her. She stopped. She relented.
|A rare chance to carry her|
I know she does. In fact, when I'm the one who's not home my wife insists that Peanut feeds her the same line she feeds me. "I miss daddy." I have no reason to doubt that.
So yes... until a second comes along, I'll gladly take what I can get.