Tell Mamma I'm Sorry!

So, it's no secret to those who know us that my baby boy is a Mamma's boy (aren't all boys, "Mamma's boy"??). He's just over 2 years old (almost a whopping 26 months!), and I still rock him to sleep. Most nights that means he sleeps sounder which means I sleep sounder. What's the problem? Well, the problem is, it's Mamma that rocks him to sleep. So, if Mamma isn't able to rock him to sleep, we end up with a new national emergency. Kind of like this past Monday night. I was deathly ill on Monday. Wasn't sure I'd survive the stomach flu that had taken hold of my body and drained every ounce of energy I had. I'm still not over it. I'm currently surviving on soup broth, crackers and dry toast. And ginger-ale. Lots and lots of ginger-ale. Not that it'll kill me. :)

Well, on Monday night, husband put Levi to bed for me. Bless their hearts. It started with Levi crawling on the couch with me saying, "Mamma rock you, pease." Next was Jeremy dragging him, kicking and screaming, to the nursery. Then came the screaming, "mamma rock youuuuuuu". THEN, as if that was heart-wrenching enough, he started screaming, "Tell Mamma I'm sorry!" "Tell Mamma I'm sorry!" For like 30 minutes. My poor husband was a trooper. He rocked him through it all.

Poor little fella thought he was being punished because his daddy was rocking him instead of Mamma.

Usually at bedtime, Levi doesn't want to give Daddy love because that means he has to go to bed. Last night, he nearly jumped out of my arms to give his Daddy a kiss good night. I guess he didn't want to be punished again?