There's no question about it, Lance is a Daddy's Boy. This kid loves his daddy like nobody's business. Here is a picture of them wearing father/son t-shirts. In case you can't tell, Hubby's shirt has "v1.0" and Lance's has "v2.0." Did I mention that Hubby is a computer geek for a living? Those shirts came from a website called thinkgeek.com.
From the time Lance was a newborn, he would always go to sleep for Hubby much more easily than for me. Hubby had the knack of holding him just the right way to get him to sleep. Even now, most of the time it is Hubby that puts Lance down for the night. I do the bath and jammies, but Hubby takes him into his room and puts him in his crib.
Two nights ago, we switched. Hubby did the bath, and I put Lance to bed.
Lance took offense to this. Usually, he goes to sleep without too much complaint. He may whimper in his crib for a few minutes, but then he quiets down and settles himself to sleep. Not so this night. As I closed the door to his room, the wailing began. Lance's wail sounds eerily like an ambulance siren. (So much so that one night an ambulance actually went by, we thought Lance was crying so we went in to check on him!) Anyhoo. Between siren-like wails, he started calling for Daddy.
He has never done this before. He will say "Daddy," but this was the first time he called Daddy. It was a call to be rescued from the evil Mom-Lady. "Daaaa-ddyyyyyyyyy.....Daaaaaaa-ddyyyyyyyy."
Just heartbreaking I tell you. Lance was very unhappy that Mommy was the one to put him to bed.
After a couple minutes though, he quieted down and settled himself to sleep.