Something's fishy

Meet Jasper

Otherwise known as "Shish"

Friends don't let friends drive alone

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So after more than a year of being superglued to me, Rowan's done an abrupt little flip and become a Daddy's boy almost overnight. Daddy's the big hero now. Wants Daddy to put him to bed. Wants to play with Daddy. Eat with Daddy. You get the picture. If I sound jealous, it's because I am!
I used to be (notice the past tense) so tired of always being the ONLY one to be able to put him to bed/feed him/play with him/comfort him. Really had to dig deep sometimes. One night, had pink eye, eyes swollen shut and throbbing - and Rowan woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep because he wanted Mommy. Sat up in bed at 2 am, almost blind, giving him the bottle and doing the whole bedtime routine. And there were many, many such nights. Oh yes.
And now, it's Dadd-ee! Dadd-ee!
Arrrgghh!
I'm only half-serious. Freed from the shackles of the goddess-like stature that Rowan gave me, I am genuinely enjoying my new-found emotional freedom. I have taken my place once again among the mere mortals, the commoners.
It's a colossal relief.
Of course, I miss my goddess days, and the great joy that comes from being able to instantly comfort your baby just by being... you.
But most of all, I'm happy that Rowan can be happy without me.
Famous last words? Today, he did seem to have regressed a bit, back to the intense, don't-leave-the-room attachment. But I think he's outgrowing his separartion anxiety bit by bit.
Way to go, Rowe!