Lindsay just left the house for an hour. Griffin was napping and Gavin was sitting in his rocker.
10 minutes later Gavin was screaming.
I changed his diaper… still screaming.
I tried to feed him… still screaming.
I tried praying… still screaming.
I tried to sit him up on the couch and do a funny dance for him… still screaming.
I tried singing to him while walking with him in his favorite blanket… screamfest.
Right about that time Griffin woke up. Screaming.
I walked upstairs with screaming Gavin to get screaming Griffin.
At one point I may or may not have looked up at the heavens (or my ceiling) and screamed “COME ON MAN!”.
Sorry about that, God.
Lindsay came home after 49 minutes of screaming. I timed it.
The MOMENT I hand Gavin to her… silence.
Right as I’m nodding my head in disbelief at her baby-calming skills, I look down and see this.
Griffin on his hands and knees kissing her feet over and over.
Apparently Gavin wasn’t the only one happy that mom came home.
3 thoughts on “Mommy is the Favorite”
Your day will come Ryan.
Keep that picture for when he’s a teenager!! lol
Dan, I went through the same things with Griffin, and now I’m his favorite… I think.
Mom, you’re totally right, this one will have payoffs down the road 🙂