Ella has wanted nothing to do with me lately. She only wants Daddy these days. I'm not going to lie--I'm a little bit jealous.
It started a couple of nights ago when she wouldn't let me read her a book. She only wanted Daddy. That's sweet and all, but even after he read her one book, she wouldn't let me read another one.
The last couple of mornings, she has woken up asking for Daddy instead of Mama. That would be fine...if my husband were the type to get out of bed before me. When she sees me walk in instead of him, she gets all mopey and insists on seeing him.
I know that it's good that she's so in love with him, but it's going to make for a couple of long weeks when my husband heads to South Dakota for his Army Reserves annual training. I worry that everything will be a chore without Daddy here.
Or perhaps she'll forget all about him and will go back to thinking that I'm the most important person in her little world.
As jealous as I may be, I'm so blessed that my husband enjoys playing with Ella; and her with him. It's so endearing to watch a grown man lay on the floor and help her Little People wash their hands before they eat their meals.