Rough morning

Dylan is now at the stage where all he wants is me. Part of me loves it, but the part where I would like to sit for a few minutes and have Daddy feed him, doesn't. He won't even go to Nick anymore for night feedings. Nick woke him last night, and all he did was scream for me. The moment he saw me with the bottle, he didn't want Daddy anymore. This morning, I got him, and I couldn't put him down. Everytime I did, he would try and crawl to me, while screaming. I'm lucky I got the coffee made. Oh well... as I said, another Mama's boy...