Well, what can I say? It's true. She's a daddy's girl. She will only wave to him (her most recently acquired party trick), and when he comes in the door, her smile widens with excitement. When I come in the door, she looks at me, and then looks around, like "and....?" As her name means, she is "her father's joy" as well. Even though she has been a fountain of snot this past week from a little cold (every time she sneezed, she projectiled two heat-sensing snot torpedoes that seemed aimed at the nearest warm body, of course, me), she still grabs my heart looking up at me and smiling through the goobies and snot hanging off her face.
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That is so cute. "And?" I laughed out loud. Look at her little hand daintily resting on Dan's in the first picture. Hee!
Goooood oooooold Muffin-Top, Muffin-Top Bee-eentleeeey, Muffin-Top Bee-eentleeeey.
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