LB loves Joe more than s/he loves me. Oh sure, I'm the one carrying him/her around, feeding him/her, etc, etc, but LB loves Joe more than me. It's not right kid, it's just not right.
Last night I went to bed while Joe was up chatting with his brother and thought I would be asleep immediately, I felt so tired. NOT SO for my small offspring was more in the mood for what I'm guessing was a dance party or some form of aerobics. There was wiggling, kicking, stretching, flailing - you name it, we got it. I kept turning from side to side to try to get comfortable or distract/confuse LB into chilling out but to no avail. By the time Joe came to bed I whimpered pitifully, "Your child won't let me sleep."
What happens then, you may ask? Joe gets in bed, lays a hand on my belly and tells the baby to calm down and go to sleep. LB gives one good kick to my rib cage (it was a good one, I jumped) and then stopped. All done. Night night for LB and for me. WHAT? LB!! Why do you love Daddy so much more than me?! You little ruckus causer!
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