Where did my baby go?
Daniel is really becoming his own little person lately. He's getting better at expressing what he wants. He'll point to things and sign "please" and "more" when he wants something and turns us around by our legs when he wants our attention. It's weird to see it happening. He's really more toddler than baby now, and it makes me kind of sad. My baby is growing up! We've been working on body parts and animal sounds, which has had mixed results. He knows kitty cat says "meow" but that's about it so far. He also can point to his nose and mouth, but eyes, ears and hair he just grins at me. Lately he's been entertained by the weirdest stuff. Yesterday it was three little plastic bowls that he would sit and put things in or stack or throw...and today it's a plastic chinese food fork. He's been wandering around with it for an hour, happy as a lark. I don't really get it, but whatever makes him happy, right?

It is, however, incredibly obnoxious what a daddy's boy he is. He's fine when he's alone with me, but if Daddy is around...forget it. He wants NOTHING to do with me. He's even pushed me away and started hollering and clinging to his Daddy when I try to pick him up or Patrick tries to leave. I suppose it's just a new experience for me, since Joey has always been SO attached to me. I guess my ego just figured that there's no way one of my children could prefer Daddy. I'm honestly glad Patrick is so good with the kids and that they love him, but it still hurts when I spend all my time with them and take care of them and Daddy is like Santa and Jesus all rolled into one.