Carol is in some sort of headspace today. It's the littlest I have ever seen her. I don't know what happened to make her slip into one but it's adorable. She has been crawling around, talking like the littlest baby and isn't as fierce as she usually is. Contrary to her usual self, she is timid and extremely docile. She just wants to be held, fed and cuddled. She keeps on a giggle and bouncing in my arms when I pick her up.
I click a couple of cute pictures of her clapping her hands getting excited over God knows what and then promptly wipe the drool off her face. I send the pictures to Christian who comes home not ten minutes later.
"Daddy iwe cweam?" She says and jumps on him the moment she sees him. Christian has a mild heart attack hearing Carol call him daddy.
"No baby, I don't ha
