Daddy's #1 Fan

This weekend, I had a taste of what it will be like to have the boys against the girls in this house in just a few short months. Tobin LOVES his daddy and thinks he hung the moon and the stars. I am used to coming in second place to this father/son relationship and, of course, think it's a gift to have a husband who sees the importance of developing this healthy bond. However, it stung a little to hear these words out of my son's mouth this weekend...

First, we were eating lunch yesterday when Tobin excused himself to use the restroom. He suddenly had a very serious face as he looked at me and said, "Mommy, don't eat my sandwich while I go potty." I assured him that his sandwich was safe, but this little guy didn't seem to trust me. He looked at Matt, held up his hand as if stopping traffic, and said "Daddy, protect my sandwich from Mommy. Don't let her eat it, please." It seems that he knows that at this stage in my pregnancy, I'm ravenous and want to eat anything within eyesight. Good thing his Daddy was there to "protect" his precious food. Geesh!

Then, this morning while Matt was getting ready for work, Tobin and I were talking to him about the week. Tobin suddenly says "Daddy, you smell good. Mommy, you smell like Cheerios."

Nothing like a toddler pointing out to a pregnant woman that she's eating too much and smells bad to make you feel a little more self-conscious about yourself!!

Happy Monday!