Kaylee's Boy

After carrying Travis for 9 months; 4 of which I was throwing up, and 3 of which I was super uncomfortable; he has chosen a favorite person.  No, not the person who suffered the most before and after he was born (Eric, I am not talking about you...although you did have to suffer quite a bit with all of my complaining and lack of motivation), not the person who gave him life, and attends to his every need.

His favorite person is Kaylee.  She can light up his little face and get him to giggle with just a little "coo".  I, on the other hand, have to make a complete fool of myself by making funny faces, sounds, and tickling him for a few minutes before he graces me with a smile and sometimes even a courtesy laugh...probably just to get me to stop.

So Travis is not a Mommy's Boy..unless he is hungry or poopy, he is not a Daddy's Boy...unless he wants to snuggle with Dad in the recliner; Travis is a Kaylee's Boy.  But how can I be bitter when I see this:

Travis, can you at least share the love??