Breakfast with Daddy

Carter has always been a Mama's boy.

To an extreme.

Like, I have had panic attacks wondering if I would ever be able to do anything in my life with the use of two arms again.

You'd think I was exaggerating.

I'm not.

But lately Carter is slowly taking a liking to Jeff.

Just before he turned a year, we started joking that Jeff had become a slightly acceptable alternate for Carterbabes. And by that we meant that if I were no where to be found, he usually could survive an hour or two in the care of Jeff.

But things are changing.

He is choosing to be with Jeff more and more.

It's been a huge relief to me, but also very heartwarming to see a little boy finally open up to his father.

A few weeks ago Carter took an interest in Jeff eating breakfast. He climbed up to the table, sat face to face with Jeff, and just observed.

It's now a daily ritual.

Jeff said it would be a lie if he didn't acknowledge that the time they share each morning was one of his favorite things in the world.

It'd be a lie if I didn't say it's one of mine too.