Isn't it Ironic

I obviously spend a lot of time with my chosen career. I am constantly continuing my education, blogging, reading, and simply enjoying each day at work. The funny thing: My 8 week old son prefers my husband massaging his feet and not me. When I do it, he could care less. When my husband, Ryan does it, Zack smiles, squirms, and coos. Ryan can also soothe the loudest cry with his foot massages. Me? Nothing, he simply gives me this looks that I know translates into, "Mom, you're doing it all wrong. That's not how Daddy does it..." ;)