DADDY!!!!!!DAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYYY!!!!!

My heart every morning

So Jed.i. has started calling Sarge Daddy. It's an upgrade from Dada.  Sarge is now Jed.i's favorite play thing EVER.

Sometimes Sarge will wake up with Jedi in the mornings if he can. It's happened once in a while. It's not a everyday thing, but to Jedi it is now the gold standard.

Take this morning.

I hear Jedi trying to open his door. He's saying....Dada, dada. (Ok, Daddy and Dada go back and forth with Jedi.) I open the door, and he see's me. Suddenly, he turns around.

He runs away from me saying, "NOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO!DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!"
I say, "Daddy has to sleep now, he'll see you later this afternoon."
 He turns around and physically pushes me with his hands towards the door. He then says, "AWAY!!! AWAY!!!" So, I'm a big girl, I know when I'm not wanted.

I say ,"I have chocolate milk for you when you want to come out."

He closes the door behind me.

In about ten minutes he starts at the door again. He can open doors so to keep him in his room at night we put on a safety door know. He's spinning it around and now saying, "Mama, Mama, Mama."

I open the door and he walks into the living room asking for chocolate milk. I give it to him. He wont let me hold him on my lap on our rocking chair so he climbs up on the couch and cuddles his baba (his blanket) and drinks his milk. I try to sit next to him and I get a stern, "No, away!" So I'm sitting on the far end of the couch wondering where my wonderful loving baby boy went. Allegiances have changed, and now, Daddy, the same one who gave him chocolate milk instead of regular milk, the one who plays airplane with him, the one who leaves every day for work. HE IS THE KING.

I'm a smidge jealous.

Mama is the one that drops him off at Mothers day out, who gives him his medicine, who dances with him and makes him eat his dinner. We play superman together, but it's just no airplane now is it? We go outside and search for rocks and throw them in the lake, we go swimming, we go next door and get candy from Robert. But, nope, Daddy, is better.

The only time I get hugs or attention is when I drop him off at Mothers day out and he clings to me and cries. Not out of love, but I assume out of fear.

I think I'm being frozen out.

Sigh.

Lets hope he comes back around again and loves both of us.