Something unusual happened this morning. When Bryan left for work, Hank sobbed and clung to him. When I left, he barely looked up. I said bye. I kissed him. I hugged him. He just pushed me away and kept playing with his train.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have entered the fabled Daddy phase. For a while there, I didn’t believe it existed, this period where Hank would want Daddy to cuddle, Daddy to feed him, Daddy to read, Daddy to go to the park, Daddy to change his diaper. Not Mom-Mom, Daddy. DADDY. Hank! Said! Daddddeeeeeeee!
Road trip, anyone?