When I got home last night I was excited as ever to squeeze, hug, kiss and fawn all over the girls. But to my dismay they wanted nothing to do with mommy. I was crushed. Daddy got to hold both girls while I sat there and watched. Nothing I did changed their minds. Granted this behavior does happen every so often because daddy is the 'fun' parent. He tosses them high in the air and runs around with them on his shoulders while I sit holding my breath. They scream "more, more" over and over till he can barely lift his arms he is so tired. I love that they share this rough an tumble activity. Lord knows I am not tossing them 10 feet in the air and swinging them over my back catching them just before they hit the ground. Mommy's just don't do this. But my girls LOVE it. I guess a day full of this activity rocketed dad to the top of the favorite parent charts.
It's a day like this that makes me want to be a stay at home mom. Most days they rush into my arms with the sweet sounds of "Mommy!" filling the air. I'm sure the girls have done this exact thing to my sweet hubby but I don't remember it because it wasn't my feelings that were crushed, laying on the floor covered in cheerios.