Daddy's Boy

I have believed since the Mud Puddle was born that I was the most important person in his life. I was the ‘go to’ person when he was hurt or needed something (that is, when my parents are not around) but lately there has been a shift in our house, one that I had been warned about from other mothers of boys, and I am out and Scott is in (Say “Auf Wiedersehen” to me – if you are a Project Runway fan) in the Mud Puddle’s Favorite Parent Guide.

Every morning the Mud Puddle asks if Scott is going to take him to day care and every day except Friday and Monday he sighs and rolls his eyes at the “Mommy is taking you” response.
Joshua follows Scott around when he gets home from work, I am ‘good enough’ to hang out with until Scott busts through the door, and then it is all about Daddy.

Scott sometimes runs at night (as opposed to the god awful hour of 5:30 a.m.) on the treadmill downstairs. Usually there is a parade that follows him down between the Mud Puddle and the dogs.
The Mud Puddle will do “his exercises” (which consist of touching his toes and pretending to do sit ups – toddler abs are not fully developed, I wish I could use that excuse!) while Scott is on the treadmill and when they are both done they come upstairs. One night I was crying I was laughing so hard at the ‘me and my shadow’ routine they had going:
Scott comes up and grabs some water, the Mud Puddle grabs some juice. Both slug it down.
Scott is huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, the Mud Puddle does likewise in a very faux, dramatic fashion.
Scott removes his shirt because he is hot, the Mud Puddle declares “I am hot too!” and whips off his shirt. Scott states he is going to take a shower, the Mud Puddle wipes his sweat free brow and says “Me too!”.
Now, the Mud Puddle is strictly a bath kind of guy. I don’t know how old you are when you make the switch to a shower but I am guessing it isn’t four. But he had to do everything Scott had done.
No wonder Scott runs so early in the morning, it is probably the only way he can exercise without help. I on the other hand get to sit lonely on the couch (oh who am I kidding? I get to watch all my shows while they are downstairs) while they do their guy things.

The friend who told me about the abrupt switch of favorites never told me if it lasts forever or not, I am going to assume (hope) that someday it will switch back or at least even out because I do miss being his favorite a little bit.