Preston has been a daddy's boy from the beginning. Sure, he wanted me when he was tiny and still nursing but if he wasn't nursing Preston wanted to be with dad. It occasionally made me sad but for the most part it was really nice for me. It was especially convenient when Wyatt was born. Many have to worry about jealousy but it was never a problem for us. Pres enjoyed the new bundle and was totally content to run back to dad's arms.
Wyatt has been more of a mama's boy. He loved his daddy too but more often than not he wanted his mama. That is until a few months ago. Suddenly he made the switch to full on daddy's boy. You'd think it would hurt my feelings but really it has been such a relief. I'm no longer worried about when the new baby comes. It's super awesome at bedtime since I get to kick back and relax while Nate takes care of everything. It has been such a nice break.
Then, tonight, I had a very pleasant, very unexpected surprise. Nate was organizing the office (he's on a super-awesome, get everything organized before the baby comes, vicarious nesting kick) and it was bedtime. Both of the boys are, once again, sick and really needed to be in bed. I was trying to coax Wyatt into a little mama/Wyatt reading time.
From behind me I hear, "you can read to me, mama."
Pres wanted me to read to him. Sure, he'll ask me to read to him if dad is at work but I don't think he has EVER requested I put him to bed let alone read him his bedtime story.
I have to admit, it made me feel a little choked-up. I love my boy and apparently he likes me a little too.