Excited? Hardly. Acting like the rockstar of all rockstars has walked into the room, HELL YES. The kid practically exahusts himself with the running in circles, the squeeling, the jumping up and down and whatever else is in his DADDY'S HOME!!!! shtick. Thank God he wears diapers, because I'm pretty sure he pees his pants when Daddy actually walks through the door. OH YES. This whole shtick begins when Daddy stops at the mailbox.
You see, the dogs look out the front doors (full glass) all day. When they start to bark or yalp or whatever that someone is outside, Eddie runs to see too. At any given time, look into our house and you will see one dog barking like a lunatic, one dog sitting and looking cute, one toddler waving and one momma watching the whole thing laughing. Sometimes the cat gets in there too, just to make sure our house looks adequately crazy. So when Frankie's car pulls up to the mailbox at the same time every day, the dogs go NUTS. They both bark and run back and fourth. Eddie runs to the door and giggles and waves and blows kisses to daddy. Then the whole running in circles and jumping up and down and giggling thing starts while Daddy drives around to the back of the house (our garages are rear-facing and accessable by our alley) and opens the garage door. And when the sound of the garage door going up starts, well, the shtick goes crazy. The dogs really start barking, Eddie is near hysteria waiting for daddy to walk in the room and I'm cracking open a bottle of wine because I've finally got some reinforcements.
Just kidding about that last part. Kinda.
And now, since Daddy is the ROCKSTAR OF ALL ROCKSTARS we must worship everything of his in the house now. It all started last week when Daddy left his coffee cup on the table. DADA!!! DADA!!! Eddie squeeled and pointed to the cup. DAAAAADAAAAA!! Yup. Over a coffee cup. Now it is pictures of him in the house. We have large canvas prints of some of our wedding pictures and Eddie will randomly point to them during the day and shout DADDA!!! Recently it is everything. His briefcase. His computer. His pen.
DADA!!!
So. Back to the pedi. When I responded that yes, Eddie is far more excited about Hubs than he is me, this is what he told me. Are you ready?
He told me that I AM A FOOT.
Yup.
Bascially, since Eddie has me all day, every day, since the day he was born, he sees me as a part of him. As he discovered that he could control his hands, his feet, etc...he realized that he could control me, too. He cries and I know what he wants. He points and I know what he's pointing to. So in his brain, I am a part of him. I am his foot. "You don't get excited to see your foot in the morning, do you?" the pedi asked. Well...no. Except when I get a really great pedicure. Then I get a little excited. ANYWAY. Since the Dada love has gotten really out of control lately, I find myself saying more and more "I am a foot.".
I say it to remind myself that even though Hubby gets the squeels and the hugs and the kisses, Hubs still has to ask me what Eddie wants when he is really freaking out. I say it when I still, all these months after we've stopped co-sleeping, will wake up about 30 seconds before Eddie does.
Today, I said it as Eddie was sprawled out on my lap watching Sid the Science Kid. Our breathing syncronized as he fully relaxed into me, my cheek resting lightly on his head.
Some days, its not so bad being a foot.
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