Bono who?

For nearly 11 months now, Thomas has thought (rightfully, no doubt) that the sun and the moon revolved around me. André likes to say that it's like living with Bono and being the Edge. (For any of you who don't know those names, think John Lennon and Ringo Starr.) The Edge is really great, but if Bono's in the room, well, we all know who'd we'd rather be with.

Poor Thomas has been sick for a few days; he has the flu and is feeling pretty puny. On Sunday he wouldn't let me out of his sight and almost wouldn't let go of me. He and André muddled through Monday while I was at work (4 hour-long naps made Monday a little easier for everyone), and then this afternoon brought a wonderful surprise: Thomas looked to André instead of me for comfort. He was upset and tired and barely glanced my direction before he held his arms out for his daddy. I'm not sure which of the three of us was the most shocked, but I know that it was one of those moments where I was 100% sure that André and I made the right choice when we decided to split our parental leave so that we could both be the stay-at-home parent for a while: Thomas knows that we both offer comfort, and he might even know that we provide slightly different kinds of comfort. And that's exactly what we want.