When I had children, I assumed that as the mommy, I would be the favorite. While working, I found this to be true. Logan & Jack had a strong preference for me a majority of the time. Occasionally they would go through "Daddy phases", but their senses would always return to them, and they would love me most once again.
Wyatt, however... This kid marches to the beat of his own drum. And brother loves his daddy. If I had a stethoscope I would her "da-da, da-da, da-da" playing as the song of his heart. I console myself with the fact that if I was working, then he might have the chance to miss me, and realize how much I do for him and how great I am.
Meanwhile, every time I go in to get him up from his nap, what used to be my favorite part of the day, scooping up his sweet, squishy, sleepy baby goodness, now consists of him saying immediately upon my arrival, "Daddy gotta work. Daddy gotta work." Like, "I appreciate that you came up here to get me, mom, don't get me wrong, but if Daddy weren't at work, and he were the one scooping up my sweet baby goodness, then life would be perfect."
Well, I may not be his favorite anymore, but (shh, don't tell) I think he is still my favorite.
So at least some things are still right with the world.
PS- I have put a lot of thought into why Josh may be the favorite, and I have decided it's because he is so fun. So in an effort to even the playing field, I have been trying very hard to say yes more, to play more, to tickle more and to laugh more. I would have to say that in the last week I have already seen an improvement in his mommy adoration. {hip hip hooray!}