ah, my daughter..

I take care of her all day, wake up with her at night, feed her, change her, hold her, hug her, read to her, watch endless noggin/sprout/pbs/nickjr with her, comfort her, dress her, bath her, play with her, clean her, wash her clothes, take her out, buy her things, wipe up her drool, cut her nails, put orajel on her gums, keep her out of trouble, and on.

And that's sort of "fine" with her.. but the second dada comes home it's squeals of delight and crawling all over the room following him around. Mommy who? Kind of breaks my heart- a bad way.