Like father, like son

Mr. D was so sick yesterday. He woke up at 2:00 am and came in my room whiny and crying saying how horrible he felt. He climbed in the bed to snuggle up beside the baby and I noticed he had a fever so I escorted him back to bed with some tylenol, a kiss, and a sheet instead of his giant comforter. When my alarm went off I went in and kissed him, but he was still warm. So I reset my alarm for 7:00 so I could call to get an appointment. I knew I was in for a long day filled with a whiny, sick kid, a mess house, and a trip on post. And of course that was exactly how it was. (Although, I did manage to make so yummy cake pops!! Nom!) What is so crazy about D is honestly how much he favors the hubby, especially since is not home very much. And not just his personality traits, but the foods he likes and things like that. Which means that not all of these traits are enviromental. But anyways, he was laying on the sofa acting so pitiful, and he would tell E "I just want to be left alone, because I'm not feeling well. So you have to get OUT of the living room." It was like hearing my husband talk. And when he wanted to go to a different room he would get down on the floor and crawl and say he just couldn't walk. He wanted me to cater to every whim and baby him, which is just how his daddy is. Men are supposed to be rough and tough and nothing can get them down, but when they are sick all they want is their mommy (or at least the mommy figure in the house. aka ME). They really are just big babies who want to be taken care of. Good thing God knew who the stronger sex was and make us women the ones to go through childbirth or the species would have died out a long time ago.