Personal Preferences

There have been times in Riley's life when he has preferred one of us over the other. Much to my sadness, Casey was the chosen one most of this summer. There is nothing more heartbreaking than having your child turn away and start crying when being passed off from Daddy to Mommy.

Luckily, like most phases, this is something they outgrow. Riley preferred me for the first six or so months of his life, and for the next six he was equally content with either of us. However, noting prepared us for his personal preference now. He has just learned to walk (long distances) on his own and has been really perfecting this skill for the past week or so. Well, last night we took him to the Dash game (minor league baseball in Winston-Salem) and while he was walking around (non-stop, I might add), unlike the last month, instead of clinging tightly to our hands, he actually swatted them away as if to say, "I'm a big boy now and don't need your help." And as much as it pains me to admit it, he's right.