The other day a friend came over to play. Her friend picked up Lily's book, and oh my gosh. You would have thought she kicked Lily in the teeth. Lily didn't want her touching any of her toys. Everything I did to help make it better was for not. She was not happy until 20 mins later I took them both outside. Everything Caylee touched, Lily would have another meltdown, throw herself on the floor and cry and cry. My child is officially a brat.
Sat Feb 25 2006 11:12 Daddy's girl:
Sometimes I feel like Lily takes it out on me that her dad is not around as much as me. Every morning now she wakes up and I go and get her, she will go to the door leading to the garage or the window and say, "Papa, daddy, papa." It cracks me up because we have never said daddy to her, and the very few times I suppose other friends and relatives have maybe said it to her, she has picked up on it. We'll see which usage she settles on. She definitely loves her daddy though.