My kids go through phases where they are especially affectionate to either my husband or myself, leaving the other parent standing there wondering when they will be scooped up off the floor of proverbial "chopped liver".
It seems to be my husband's turn in the limelight.
Wyatt is "star student" this week at school. This means he has extra privileges and attention from his classmates. He and I made a poster of him, that is displayed in the hall for all to admire, he gets all the good jobs in the classroom and his parents get to bring him a "special" lunch to share with him.
I thought it would be fun to bring pizza (as it is one of his favorite food groups) and since Brett was home, I thought he could come too. After much (and I mean MUCH) coaxing, he agreed.
What happens when the boys return from school?
"Dad, thanks for bringing me lunch today, that was so cool."
Hello? I was there too. Did you notice? I guess not. It is pretty hard to compete in a 2nd grade classroom when you're sitting next to a firefighter.
More evidence that I am definitely chopped liver these days:
It seems to be my husband's turn in the limelight.
Wyatt is "star student" this week at school. This means he has extra privileges and attention from his classmates. He and I made a poster of him, that is displayed in the hall for all to admire, he gets all the good jobs in the classroom and his parents get to bring him a "special" lunch to share with him.
I thought it would be fun to bring pizza (as it is one of his favorite food groups) and since Brett was home, I thought he could come too. After much (and I mean MUCH) coaxing, he agreed.
What happens when the boys return from school?
"Dad, thanks for bringing me lunch today, that was so cool."
Hello? I was there too. Did you notice? I guess not. It is pretty hard to compete in a 2nd grade classroom when you're sitting next to a firefighter.
More evidence that I am definitely chopped liver these days:
Oh well, I know I'll get my turn soon -- hopefully, or my crushed ego will need emergency intervention. Hey, know any qualified firemen?
7 comments:
Yeah.... When the hubby is a firefighter? You can expect to be chopped liver for awhile. (If my hubby was that or a police officer, I would have been chopped liver from the time he was 2 months! heehee
I am the chopped liver right now... and I HATE it.
I can relate. Lately whenever my husband leaves the house my baby walks around grief stricken saying "my daddy? my daddy?" And he's not even a firefighter!
Aw, that is such a sweet picture. Boy I can relate. My husband gets all the love and admiration. No fair. He is way more fun though, so I can understand... Oh well.
Lisa
I know just what you mean. I think most homes go thru this kind of thing.
Don't worry...you'll be the bestest in no time flat.
But your chopped liver heart just melts over pics like that right?
My poor husband is feeling a bit left out lately. Ian is always asking for me to do things with him. Laurel's always reaching out for me when hurt. I know this will change in the not too distant future, yikes!
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