Emma is to the point now where she likes to burp her momma as I am burping her, and I love it. She will pat my chest. I had forgotten but Taylor use to do the same thing when he was about the age she is now. He would pat my back, as I would burp him. Oh how the memories come flooding back with a simple little reminder.
Tonight while Ryan was walking around the house Emma kept yelling out Dadda Dadda Dadda. She did not stop until he came down and sat with us on the couch. She know our routine and it was not right until Ryan was on the couch with us. The two of them are so sweet together. I love to watch Emma wrap her tiny little hand around his thumb. She thinks her daddy hung the moon.
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