When I went to get Little Miss up the other morning to say Good Morning and snuggle, Husband came in right behind me. And before I could even get my hug she squirmed around in my arms and reached up to be picked up by Papa. I was crushed. Then later that day she decides she doesn't need me after all and decides to hold her own bottle. Excuuuuse me? The last straw came yesterday when for the first time in two weeks I went to work. So who decides to crawl? Not like I haven't been working with her, encouraging her, or cleaning the nastiest of diapers. I even wash the stupid things. Does that count for nothing?
Little Miss Traitor.
Is it because he can grow facial hair? Cuz I could totally pull off a slight mustache.
I'll show them.
I'm going to cheer for the Utes.