As I type this, Miles is watching his morning cartoons, nibbling on a banana, and pulling on my toes. He has spent much of the morning on my lap, or leaning against me, or playing with me. Out of nowhere, Miles has suddenly become a Mama's boy. And I love it.
For months, my heart would break just a little when Patrick came home from work. Miles would get all excited and spend all evening ignoring my existence. Which wouldn't have been much of a problem, except for the fact that he never got excited about spending time with me. I would sit down on the floor to play with him, only to have him say, "Uh-uh" and turn away from me, or push me away. It seemed as though I got to deal with all of the tantrums, and dirty diapers, and struggles, and got very little of the happy playtime. I'm being slightly overdramatic about it,* but that's how I felt.
But, in the past two weeks, I have found myself in the delightful position of Miles' Favorite Person, a title I now happily share with Patrick. In the mornings, Miles eats his breakfast and watches his cartoons while sitting on my lap or nearby. At work, he plays at my feet, or sits in my lap for much of the day. At home, he will pat the ground next to him, inviting me to play with him. And everywhere we go, there are hugs, and cuddles, and sweet, slobbery toddler kisses.
I couldn't be happier.
*Big surprise, huh?