Um, yeah. So I (the person who endured bed-rest-hell for 6 weeks and gave birth to Ellison) apparently resemble rancid, maggot-infested roadkill in her eyes. OK, I'm being a little dramatic (I've been told that a time or two before). But I couldn't believe that my daughter actually wants me to leave! Get this...
I had to work on Saturday & Sunday this past weekend, as I have the past 2 weekends before that, which means Ellison gets to hang with her daddy all weekend long. So Saturday morning just before I had to start getting ready, Jonathan gets Ellison out of bed, and brought her into our bed where she plays & we watch cartoons. She had this lovely little sweet smile on her face as they approach the bedroom until... she sees Mama. The smile leaves her face, she clings to her dad as if I'm holding a machete, and proceeds to lay her head on him. This goes on for a couple of minutes while I, the sole person who plays with her and takes care of her every need 5 full days a week, try to warm her up to me so I can get just a little kissy and smell her saliva-scented cheeks (I'm her mom - I LOVE that smell!!!). Even an insincere smile would do at this point. What does the little love of my life do? She looks at me, starts waving her hand repeatedly, and says "Ba-bye... ba-bye...ba-bye". !!!!!!! OK, I know I'm #2 on the totem pole after her father, but she WANTS me gone now?!?! She's lucky she's so darn cute and loveable. I just wanted to post this little tidbit to save for the days when I can remind her of how much she tormented me (just kidding). She makes up for it every minute of those 5 days I get to spend alone with her. :) I'm sure Jonathan's had a talk with her, because she will occasionally reach for me out of his arms... just not often enough for my taste... :)
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