Where Everybody Knows My Name

The joy of having your children learn to talk is also brings with it the greatest curse: the word "Daddy".  Or the more often used "Mommy" I suppose has a similar effect.  Arianna has been having a rough time going to bed the last few nights.  She's totally fine until the moment you start to walk out the door and then she starts that patented banshee wail of hers.  When we were sleep training (love that word - it really means we were training ourselves to deal with them going to sleep, not the other way around) it was rough enough just listening to them cry for the 10 or 15 minutes it took.  Now when the cry is actually the word "dddaaaaadddddyyyyyyyy" it makes my heart want to explode.  Needless to say I should trade in the name "daddy" for a new title: "sucker".  Because that's all I am.  One big, hard candy outside filled with ooey, gooey softness on the inside.  All it takes is 3 "daddies" to get to the center of this tootsie pop and I'm rocking a baby in the dark till she's on the verge of dreamland.  I'm pretty sure these two had me pegged from day one, too.  They were just bidding their time figuring out what the trigger word was.  Nailed it!!!