This morning Charlotte woke up at 4:15 like a true asshole, so I brought her to bed with me in the hopes that she would fall back asleep before I had to get up and get ready for work. Like a true asshole, she messed around for a good half hour until she started to fall back asleep. She took up my entire spot in bed, and I noticed she rolled over to put her arm around Eric’s neck. I ended up at the bottom of the bed like a dog. She woke up again about 20 minutes later and started to say hi to both of her exhausted parents, so I knew she was awake. I figured I would get her up like I usually do and let Eric lay there until I had to leave for work. When I went to grab her she swatted me away and said dada. Repeatedly. DADA DADA DADA. Okay then kid, stay with your dada. I got up and went to make coffee to pour down my throat or inject directly into my veins and I heard the both of them so I knew she got him up. I went to get her to change her diaper and I said “come with mama so I can change you.” And clear as day she retorted, “MAMA NOT DADA.” So dada had to stay with her while I changed her because mama is not dada and this child runs the household. Somebody is turning into a daddy’s girl. Too bad daddy doesn’t have boobs because then I, mama who is certainly not dada, could sleep longer and HE could be the one to get up with her at 4:15 and feed her demanding ass.
We’ll see who she calls for tomorrow morning if she tries to pull this stunt again.
*PS: I wish I had a picture of her with her arm around his neck. It was soooooooo cute. Love my little monster toddler.