Daddy’s girl

by Katie on July 8, 2013

I don’t think either of us try to hide the fact that I am, by far, our daughter’s primary caregiver. Mostly due to the whole running-a-farm thing we do; partially due to Brandon’s preferences. But that’s just how the cookie crumbles around here.

Now, you would think Leyton may be slightly partial to the one she spends the most time with and who provides most of her daily nourishment and other necessities. And don’t get me wrong, she likes me just fine.

…Until her daddy walks in the room.

Girlfriend LIGHTS UP when she sees him. And when he starts speaking to her? Immediate giggles and legs kicking like you wouldn’t believe. I am certain she already thinks he hung the moon, walks on water and could do no wrong. [If she only knew…heh, heh, heh]

Of course, Brandon eats this up and thinks it’s the greatest thing in the world. And I’m not bitter at all. Promise. …Or maybe just a little bit.

This has been going on for a while now, but just a few days ago, Brandon addressed the subject:  “Isn’t it funny how you’re the one who feeds her and wipes her butt, but she likes me better?”

“Yes, hilarious. Just plain hilarious,” I said.

It’s going to be a long 18 years…

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