The baby and I had a ladies' weekend because the boys were out of town playing golf (welcome to 1951). I haven't been alone with her very much, since she's kid number two, so it always feels like a treat when we get to hang out by ourselves.
It turns out, though, that who she really wants is her daddy.
What a stinker! The little guy chewed on his tubes of butt-paste, too. I blame Eric's genes for that trait.
The little booger's great-grandmother always said that she taught the babies to say Da-da, so that she could say to her husband, in the middle of the night, the baby is calling for YOU! love, Grandma
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