Lulu is l.o.v.i.n.g. her Dada these days:
She cries when he leaves for work in the morning.
She only wants him to hold her in the evenings.
And she makes her preference perfectly clear when he tries to hand her off to me and
she clings to his shirt like a little hip monkey.
She loves loves loves her Daddy and I love seeing it.
I especially loved seeing it tonight at City Bagel as Taylor juggled both kids on his hips and
I sat back and read a magazine article about Justin Bieber.
It's the small things.
And yeah, I realize I'm not very good at this wordless business.