My kids and their favorites

The 4th birthday was a success.  I did all the things I promised to do.  Michael's mom picked Silas up from school and made his whole afternoon and evening special by taking him fun places and feeding him McDonald's and cake and buying him an Iron Man costume.  Michael called me at 7 and asked if Silas could just spend the night, so Silas also got a bonus night sans siblings with his favorite person in the world.  So, yay!

He did cry at drop off yesterday, but he didn't cry this morning.  I guess he's just keeping me on my toes.  This morning there was a doctor's appointment and shots (OMG, it was horrible and I felt awful!)  

I've decided this is the reason I am not Silas' favorite parent.  I drop him off everyday and make him cry, I take him to get shots, I give him a bed time so he can get up for school, I interrupt play time and make him take a bath.  You know, I do all the stuff he hates.  

Michael takes him to the circus and feeds him pizza and picks him up from the dreaded school and lets him stay up late because where do they have to be on a Saturday?  So, Michael = favorite.  Ugh.  Whatever.

Moving on...

Since Silas was off having a big boy night with dad, Gavin got a night at home sans siblings with me (okay and Jimmy).  We played ball for a little while and then he climbed all over Jimmy and fussed a lot because he was over tired.  See, I've noticed a pattern, and I'm beginning to think Jimmy might be Gavin's most favorite person in the world.  Jimmy is Gavin's go-to when he wants to play or when he doesn't feel good or when he just wants to chill with a bottle and snuggle and watch TV.  Basically just anytime.  

Apparently this is because I "smother" Gavin by giving him too many hugs and kisses and asking him to give me hugs and kisses and constantly smoosh his little face against mine and he doesn't really feel like being bothered with it as much as I feel like doing it.  Apparently, I should just sit passively and let him be.  Or so I have been told.  ("See how I just sit here and leave him alone and he doesn't squirm away?")  Ugh.  Yeah, whatever.

Is it too early to lecture Gavin about how I carried him for nine months, blood is thicker than water, I'M YOUR FREAKING MOM AND YOU WILL LOVE ME MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE UNTIL YOU HIT PUBERTY!...?  Yeah, maybe I'll wait until he's two.