The Most Exalted Dada

Max has always been fond of Ian (and, hey, who isn't?). Until recently, however, Dad was for playing with, and Mama was for comfort, or food, or snuggles, or etc. Max had a limited tolerance for time away from his mama, which worked out okay, since she felt the same way about him. Lately, however, Ian and I seem to have reversed roles. Max has a longer attention span for playtime than he used to, and he wants, more and more, to play 'boy' games (video games, construction games, action figure games -- note the Superman that Max is holding) that Ian is just better at than I am. In addition, Max is weaned, so he is not tied to the parent most likely to produce milk like he once was. As soon as Ian gets home, Max follows him around adoringly, holding up his arms to be picked up, bringing Ian toys to play with. When I have to take Max away from his dad, he cries out "Ma-maaaa!" and weeps piteous tears (although, this may be partially because I usually have to take Max away to change his diaper or put him to bed, neither of which he enjoys). I can't decide whether the convenience of finally being the parent who can say, "I tried to give you a break, but he just seems to really want you right now" is worth being the second choice parent. Mostly, I am taking it in stride. Babies shift allegiances constantly, I hear, and it is good for Max to bond with and accept help from his dad, especially with Speck on the way.