So the other morning my toddler woke up and for once my husband went to get her instead of me. I heard him talking to her softly, picking her up, rescuing her doll from the crib and having her put her binky in his place on the bed. And then I heard those wonderful words... "mama? mama?" repeated over and over. I think she meant, of course you are nice Daddy, but where is my Mommy? So he brought her in, she grinned with all of her teeth (and she has them all now at 18 months except her 2 year molars), and gave me a big squeeze around the neck.
Someday when she is a teenager and thinks she either hates me or I am incredibly embarrassing, I intend to look back fondly on that day.
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