When Brigid was younger, she wanted nothing to do with me if there was a chance that she could trade up for Steve. She wanted daddy to put her to bed every night, she wanted daddy to hold her, she wanted daddy to hug her if she got hurt. And, I'm not going to lie, it annoyed me to no end.
I mean, COME ON. She lived off of me for NINE MONTHS! Didn't I deserve some kind of preferential treatment for that?
No, apparently. No, I did not.
Now that Brigid's a little older, her affections can be easily swayed with a simple 'yes' or 'no' response to one of her many, many, MANY requests each day, so I don't get all fired up when she kicks me out of her room in the middle of her bedtime routine because she'd rather cuddle with Steve instead of me. Generally, that just means I get to go to bed earlier than I would have if I'd completed the process (and it probably actually prevented me from falling asleep in her bed and waking up with a cramped neck at midnight), and that's never a bad thing these days. And anyway, I don't have the energy to get fired up when this happens, since I'm too busy spending all of my time being annoyed that Caitlin is now doing THE EXACT SAME THING TO ME.
Seriously. Is this just a daddy/daughter thing? Do all baby girls love their dads more than their moms at this age? Is it all babies, OR IS IT JUST ME?!?! Am I really just that terrible with babies?
Little turds. Both of them.
(Adorable little turds, yes. But little turds, nonetheless.)