Brian is upstairs changing Jakey's diaper and I can hear them on the baby monitor down in the kitchen.
"I'm the daddy today."
"Nope. I'm the daddy today."
Over and over and over.
And a whole lot of giggling over some friendly tickles. He's such a good Mama #2. Poor Brian. He just doesn't get the respect he deserves. He just came home from a two week work trip to Phoenix. He would talk on the video camera with the kids most mornings while he was gone. After a few days Jakey caught onto the routine and would randomly throughout the day grab my hand and drag me by the finger to the computer, pointing and saying "Dada! Dada?"
Brian was quite happy to see that upon his return to Virginia Jakey had seemed to learn that he was not Mama #2. He called him Dada for a good 24 hours before he reverted to Mama for Brian again. The kicker? The computer screen in the living room and the handset of the phone are now named Dada in his mind.