EB and her "Da"

All this gal cares about is her "Da." She walks around aimlessly looking for him when we beat him home. On Saturday mornings we sometimes get up before him, and she'll go straight to his side of the bed calling and reaching for "DA!!!". As envious as I am, I love it. It's pretty darn irristable, even for a mom's ol' heart.

Here's proof. EB enjoying no telling what....

The garage door opens......
Get excited.......
DAAAAA!!!!
Reunited after many long, tortuous hours. I'm just left to stand in the corner with a camera. Ha ha.

On another note, "Daa" is the keeper of all things neat. You know, like the iphone, fancy remotes, computer, tools, etc. He also has belts and ties. Who knew?!
Do your spouse's ties look like this? I would be mortified to show you my side versus his side. Be assured that his EnTiRe closet is this tidy, flawless and organized. Then....well.... There's my side. One word: TORNADO!

Anyway, she can now reach the beloved, organized-to-perfection tie rack and its ties of many colors.
The old Jason would have cringed and shouted out in a pain-like state. Somehow the Daddy-Daughter duo can overlook such behaviors and it's all cute and wonderful. So, it's "Wuv...True Wuv" in the words of The Princess Bride. And, well, can't blame them one small bit. They warm my heart. It's only just beginning.....