Da-Da Land!

It has become glaringly obvious that Mckinley's heart belongs to one person, and one person only...her daddy. While I find this incredibly cute and endearing, it also tears my heart in two. In all honesty, I know she loves us both very much, but it does kind of feel like my heart is ripped out of my chest and stomped on by little Kinley feet when all she ever wants when daddy is home is daddy. Literally all. she. wants.

I mean, am I that horrible to her that she feels the need to push me away to get to him even quicker? She cries? She wants daddy. She is excited by something? Where's daddy? She wants to read a book? Daddy, here you go. Sleepy? Daddy, hold me. COME ON!! I'm the mom! I'm the one that lovingly takes care of her all day long, every day. Throw me a bone here. All I want is to feel like I am at least acknowledged as being in the room when he is home. Maybe a smile even. Is that so hard to imagine?

Really, I know she loves me. I know I am important to her (even if it is just because I feed her three meals a day and bathe her). I just want to be the one that she reaches for at least some of the time when she is deciding between the two of us. She even only babbles da-da when he is home. As if I don't already know that he is all she wants, she has to tell me all about it. She just sings away her own little song off in daddy-land. Da-da-da-da-da-da-DA-DA-da-DA-da-da-da-DA-DA-DA!!!!!

 Me: Kinley what about ma-ma?

Kinley: DA-DA-DA

Me: Ma-ma loves you. Ma-ma?

Kinley: Da-da-da-da-da-da

It is awfully cute how much she adores her da-da. And, I know how much she misses him when he is gone at work. And, I know she loves me too. But still, it is kind of a sad stage for the ma-ma right now.

Then...

Now...