This past weekend, it was Daddy Daddy Daddy for Miss Harper. The pivotal moment was when she was holding her arms up to be picked up. I bent down to pick her up, and she ran AROUND me to get to Daddy. I started crying. Really.
I want them to love Daddy. I want them to go to Daddy for hugs and drinks and diaper changes, but for some reason it just made me felt like I was losing my baby.
I still have Lucy, who loves saying "Mommy".
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