Can Maggie please see me in the morning without the "No, my Dada coming!!" reaction? Or how about actually be ok with me being the one to do anything. I guarantee you that I read stories better than him. I do voices and actually read the words! He flips through and skims the story. Come on.
This weekend was rough. We had a playdate with her friend Hopper, went to the Wiggly Playcenter, and even used our season passes for a quick fun afternoon at Six Flags. And yet, she had three or four different time outs from hitting, pushing, or kicking me because I (heaven forbid) interrupted her playtime with Dad or asked her to do something like put on her jammies. I'm sorry, but I will not tolerate my two year old hitting me. Luckily, Andrew supports me on it too and he made her go to time out several of the times. We always ask her what she did to land her in a time out. Her answer? "Oh, I hit my Mama" with a sly smile on her face.
It's hard at times. I try to remind myself that she is just two and doesn't realize that she is hurting my feelings. I try not to let the mom guilt creep in to tell me that it is because I work and have been away too much. I don't always succeed and I feel so badly sometimes.
Can I blame her? Her dad is pretty darn great. It's no surprise she loves him so much. He's fun and funny. He is patient (way more than Mama most days) and loving. He is one of the most active dads I've ever met, and he's selfless with his time spent with his family. He's the best dad she could have and she absolutely adores him.
I just wish she loved me like that too.