Daddy's girl

Riley is all about Daddy these days. She asks for him randomly during the day. She asks for him when I go to comfort her in the middle of the night. I snapped this photo yesterday after she discovered Daddy's hat in the closet and had to put in on gangsta style. That was just before she started crying when she realized I'd hung up the phone with Daddy and she didn't get to talk to him.

I'm happily surprised to find myself thrilled rather than jealous. I've enjoyed Most Favored Nation status for the past 15 months. I know I'm in good with my girl. So now I can enjoy the sight of my husband twisting around Riley's tiny little finger.

And I love watching her face light up when first sees him in the morning and when he gets home from work. She now reminds me of all those TV shows I've seen that document pets' apparently psychic ability to predict their owners' return from work. Some days, she pops up and starts calling for "DA-DA!" just minutes before he pulls into the driveway. I'm now hopeful that she'll eventually fetch the paper and become housebroken.